Hermione Weasley was busy in the kitchen, preparing food and other necessities for Ron's upcoming Auror mission. In turn, Ron had to take care of one raging 2 year old named Rose Weasley.
"Blimey Hermione, what have you been feeding her?! Her nappy smells like Harry's left armpit!"
Ron was good with children. He helped take care of Ginny when his mum was busy and he loved being around his nieces and nephews. However, the things that he couldn't grasp about children were their screaming fits and their ability to smell like five tons of garbage.
"I've been feeding her regular baby food. The stench is all natural. You don't smell any better sometimes. And I'm not going to ask how you know what Harry's armpit smells like. Just change her nappy and then read her a bedtime story. She already loves books, how adorable!"
Rose had Ron's hair color, bright blue eyes, and paleness while she inherited her mum's frizzy hair and smarts. She got her temper from both.
"Which story 'Mione?"
"Um, how about a Dr. Seuss story?"
"A story written by a doctor? Isn't that too advanced for Rosie? How about something like 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot?'"
"We read 'Babbitty Rabbitty and Her Cackling Stump' yesterday. Today will be a muggle story so that she'll be able to keep in touch with her muggle side. It is also a children's book, Ron. I promise you that it isn't too advanced for Rose."
"If you say so 'Mione. I don't know how interesting this book will be compared to wizard books, but I'll do it anyway."
Hermione went into Rose's room after finishing up in the kitchen, to find Rose absentmindedly playing with the blanket while Ron was almost in tears at the fact that the character had finally learned its lesson to never judge something before you try it. Ron begged a confused looking Hermione to make green eggs and ham afterwards.