April passed by before Lily could really get a grip on it, her days a mix of toddler talk, potty-training, and general house-cleaning. It seemed to be a never-ending list of things to do. Even with magic, there were things that needed scrubbing or fixing by hand and she made good use of the small toolbox her father had gifted James when she married him. Even though he would get irritable because they couldn't leave the house, James helped her with things. Now she found there was so much more she had to do on her own. Despite working nights, Remus seemed to be out of the house more often with his new job and she was beginning to miss adult conversation.

She sprinkled salt and pepper into the bowl and followed it with an egg. Remus had made sure to mention that he would be home in time for dinner so she decided to make something that could be cooked to each person's desired doneness. Hamburgers. Easy enough to cook and something Harry had proved to like too.

She had just put both hands into the bowl to mix up the meat and egg and shape it into patties when Harry came running into the kitchen from the sitting room where he had been playing.

"Mumma, weewee!" He shouted, grabbing at himself.

She looked over her shoulder and down at him. "All right, Harry, you're a big boy, you can do this yourself. You did it all by yourself yesterday. Do you remember? First, you'll take off your pants and stand in front of the—"

"Mumma, weewee!" He said again, and then his face scrunched and he sighed. She smelled his urine before she saw the wet spot spread down his trousers.

"Oh, Harry," she said. She sighed and pulled her hands from the meat, reaching for a towel to wipe them clean.

Before she was through the motion, he said, "Yucky, wet," and pulled his trousers and pants completely off. The door opened as he balled up the wet fabric and trotted bare-bottomed to the rubbish bin and tossed them in.

"No, Harry, don't throw your clothes away; we wash clothes!"

Harry ignored her and ran in the other direction back to his toys.

An amused snort followed by footsteps revealed Remus, holding a large bag of takeaway. When Lily spotted it her shoulders slumped and she tipped her head back.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean... I'm sorry," he said once he got a look at what she was doing. "I wanted to treat you two, that's why I mentioned being home in time for dinner. I didn't mean I was expecting you to make it."

Lily inhaled the wonderful aroma of Chinese and smiled. "It's all right. It will keep a day in the fridge. I'll make hamburgers tomorrow." She wiped her hands off and went about looking for a suitable container to put the meat mixture in.

"What's going on..."

"Oh, I need to get his wet clothes out of the rubbish bin, he decided he'd break his potty streak and wet himself instead of being a big boy. I need to wipe him down and," she turned and called louder to Harry, "Harry, don't sit down on the furniture, go to the bathroom. We need to clean you off!"

"Long day?"

"You have no idea."

"Accio camera!" He said, his wand slipping easily back into his pocket as the camera flew from the sitting room into his hands.

"Remus! Don't you—"

He held it up and snapped a photograph of her, hands raised with bits of hamburger still on them, hair frizzy and slipping from the tie she put it in earlier in the day. He set the photograph on the table and then turned and followed the sound of Harry talking to himself.

"Remus!"

"What?" he asked, teasing, "We've got to have some blackmail for later, don't we?"

She laughed and shook her head, before going back to the task, literally, at hand.