Our Baby's inner nudist prevails.

[dracolicious]

Being lazier than usual, I opted to change My Son's nappy in the middle of the living room instead of carting his sodden, nappy-covered arse up to the nursery. Muffin was engrossed in watching My Little Pony on the telly and polishing off the last of her afternoon snack, and Potter was nowhere to be found. Generally speaking, I wouldn't have been

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[boywholives]

What did she say, exactly?

[dracolicious]

"What's that, Daddy?" followed by "Where's mine?"

More or less.

It was a perfect example of Muffin's deductive reasoning skills, really.

[boywholives]

I wish that I could have seen your face...

[dracolicious]

My horrified, grief-stricken face. You are a sick man.

[boywholives]

Priceless! If only I could go into her memories...

[dracolicious]

You'll stay out of My Baby's head if you know what's good for you!

[boywholives]

We need a Time-Turner.

[dracolicious]

No.

[boywholives]

I bet that I could get one easily enough...

[dracolicious]

And I bet that I could break your legs and dump your carcass in a shallow ditch.

[boywholives]

I'm the Boy Who Lived. I can survive anything.

[dracolicious]

I don't think you want to challenge me to prove you wrong.

[boywholives]

I don't think you want to continue calling me small and feeble.

[dracolicious]

What have I told you about thinking? Has your equally small and feeble mind begun to fail you, as well?

[boywholives]

When you're gagging for it later and I refuse to even give you a second glance, you remember this moment, okay?

[dracolicious]

No worries, Potty old chap, I'm the one with the arsenal of sexual spells at my command.