Somedays, Harry Potter thought he was the luckiest man in the world. Scratch that; he thought that everyday. Who wouldn't when they had two lovely, intelligent wives and a daughter who was proving that she would equally as intelligent and beautiful when she grew up? Harry could smell the exotic aroma of Luna cooking's. They switched off who cooked, through after last year's anniversary dinner debacle, it was decided that Hermione was not allowed in the kitchen without supervision.
"And what's this shape?" Hermione Potter cooed to their daughter from her seat on the floor. The floor was at best a mess and at worst a disaster area. At least twenty different brightly-colored toys had been thrown haphazardly around the room, pushed to the side whenever little Lily had tried of playing with them. Because the young girl's area of play hadn't moved much since the beginning of the day, the toys had started to form a ring of clutter around her, giving the impression that she was perhaps waiting for some miniature army to attack her. Harry knew that Hermione would make the girl clean up her toys later, but for the time being, his wife was content to let the mess be.
In the middle of the fortress sat Hermione and Lily. An area of ground just big enough for the two of them had been miraculously kept free of toys, though Hermione did have to sit cross-legged. In her hands, Hermione had flashcards with variously-colored shapes on them. Hermione would ask what the shape or color was, and Lily would respond with the correct answer.
"Now what's this shape?" Hermione asked, holding up a picture of a brown trapezoid.
"Trapy-iod" Lily answered as best as she could.
"That's right. It's a trapezoid." Hermione said 'trapezoid' slowly. She'd told him that it was good for Lily language skills, having the words said very enunciated. Harry sort of got it, but the lecture Hermione had provided as an explanation had him confused by the second paragraph.
"And what color is this?" Hermione asked, this time holding up a blue circle.
"Bwue," Lily lisped.
"That's right, blue." Hermione announced, clapping her hands in encouragement.
"Dinner's ready," Luna called as she appeared in the doorway. Her apron was covered in all sorts of brightly colored powders and pastes, and part of her hair looked like it had been forcibly blown away from her face.
Harry stood up from the couch, carefully avoiding a toy broomstick that Hermione had adamantly protested against getting. Harry stretched his arms as he got up; he had been sitting on the couch watching Hermione and Lily for an hour.
Hermione also got up from her place on the floor,grabbing Lily and hurriedly making her way to Luna. No matter how many times Luna ended up looking like that, Hermione still worried about the blonde woman.
"Come on, Hermione," Harry said as he made his way over. He put a hand on her shoulder. "You know Luna would tell us if she needed help."
Hermione bit her lip. "Still . . . "
"Triangle!" Lily gleefully exclaimed out of nowhere.
All sets of eyes turned to look at the overjoyed toddler. Lily looked very proud of herself, as though her declaration was something of monumental importance. Harry supposed that to a toddler, it might be.
As if she knew about the adults' confusion, she elaborated, "Mummy! Daddy! Triangle!"
Harry turned red. A quick glance confirmed that Luna and Hermione too were sharing in the blushing. Harry didn't even know why that was embarrassing; something about their daughter saying it like that just was.
"Mummy daddy red triangle!" Lily exclaimed this time, clapping her hands at her wonderful discovery.