Picture Perfect.
Ron cooed over his darling daughter Rose, who had just turned three. Her baby brother Hugo resided in his mother's, Hermione's, arms.
"It's Christmas eve!" Ron shouted, spinning his daughter around the room. She giggled.
"Santa! Daddy, we need cookies and milk!" Rose shouted at once, running away from her father and into the kitchen.
"I wonder where she gets it from?" Ron asked his wife, chuckling. She swooped down to kiss him just as Rose came running out of the kitchen, spilling milk everywhere and trying to desperately shove some cookies in her mouth before her parents saw. Hermione laughed.
"Picture perfect!" She cried. Everyone nodded in agreement.