Hermione tried to get her son to sit still. "No sweetie, stop squirming. This is a book it is for-" She groaned and pulled the book out of his mouth. "It is not food, it is for reading." She said with pursed lips. She quickly glared a Ron who gave a snort from the door way.
"Isn't he a tad young to be turning into a bookworm dear?" He said with a laugh.
She glared and pouted, "If you think you can do better go ahead." She said in aggravation. Ron gave a cocky grin and pulled out the baby-safe Snitch.
"See this little guy? This is a snitch. You catch it. Isn't it shiny? Ooooooo!" He said moving the snitch slowly in front of the child before the child grab it and waved it around cheering and laughing. Ron gave Hermione a confident grin at the now occupied child. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" He said earning a joking glare.
"I am sorry, who are you? I was just distracting my child with a snitch and didn't notice you come in." She said with a small grin playing at the corner of her lips.
"Oh, now YOU take the credit. You never can handle being wrong!" He said with a laugh. He later regretted making the child sit still so fast for he was later assigned feeding duty and mashed carrots seemed to go very well in his hair.