"Come on, open up." Unfortunately, Harry's appeal went unmet. "Please, Al," he pleaded. "Look, watch Daddy. It's yummy!" Harry took a heaping bite of the pureed courgette on the baby spoon that he was trying to feed ten-month-old Albus. "Mmmmm! Num-num! Now it's your turn."

But Albus was having none of it. He sat in his highchair with his mouth sealed closed and regarded his father with suspicion. This year, Molly had an abundant harvest of courgettes and she had given some to practically everyone she encountered in some form or another. For the Potters, she sent over an assortment of bread, muffins, and even some pre-made baby food for little Al.

"Thanks for handling his feeding tonight, Harry. I know my Mum was trying to be nice, but I don't really like courgette, and tonight the smell is really making me nauseous." Ginny had positioned herself at the other end of the table with James and Harry in between so she didn't have to smell the offending food.

Harry turned away from the feeding for a moment. "I'm happy to. I don't understand why he won't eat it. Come on, Al, just one little bite," he cajoled in a sing-song voice. Al was unyielding in his resistance. Harry glanced at his older son. "James, you were never like this. You ate everything. What am I doing wrong?" he lamented.

"Don't worry about it, love," his wife assured. "All kids are different. I've already noticed that Al is pickier than James. Not much we can do about it," she shrugged.

Harry sighed. "Yeah, but I hate the idea of wasting food. I don't want to make it a big deal, but when you grow up without enough to eat a lot of the time, it feels wrong to waste any food." He turned back towards Albus and this time he made the tiny spoon twist around in the air before moving to the baby's mouth. "Look! It's like a broom, Al. Vrrooomm!" This time, Al swatted the spoon away and flung the light green puree in Ginny's direction. It didn't land on her directly, but it was close enough.

"Oh, no. I think I'm going to be sick!" She rushed to the loo.

James had been a dear, sitting patiently at the table picking at his own dinner, chicken and grilled courgette. The chicken was nearly gone, but the vegetable remained. "Dada, sin you like corshet, you can ha' mine!" The three-year-old was so proud of himself for coming up with this idea to share his food and not waste it.

"Thanks, Jamie." Harry dug into the grilled courgette from James' plate, secretly admitting that he didn't care for courgettes either, but unwilling to waste the food that was perfectly fine to eat. "If you're done with dinner, can you put on your pyjamas?"

James nodded and scampered off to get ready for bed.

Giving it one last attempt to get Albus to eat, Harry made a big show of how good the food tasted. He took a big spoonful of the puree. "Al, it's num-nums! Here, have some!" But this attempt was not any more successful than the previous ones. Harry finished the last few bites of puree, unable to throw it out, and cleaned up the kitchen from dinner since he could hear Ginny was sick. "Alright, baby, time for bed," he said as he picked up Al and went upstairs.

In the morning, Ginny was still not feeling great and she wanted to have a bit of a lie-in. Harry, bounded down the stairs with James and Albus in tow. They puttered around playing with the kids' toys for a bit.

"Dada, I hungy," James announced.

"Ok, give me a few minutes to get Al settled."

James got up anyway and toddled into the kitchen in search of breakfast.

As quickly as he could, Harry gathered up Albus and followed James into the kitchen. What he found left him speechless. There were stacks of courgettes on nearly every surface of the kitchen. The counters, the table, even a few on the floor. "Why are there courgettes all over our kitchen?" Harry asked James, completely dumbfounded.

"You no like corshets, Dada? I share 'em for you!" James was so pleased with himself for helping his daddy to have enough food. And the food he liked.

"Ummmm…Jamie, I have no words for this," Harry replied honestly. "Where did all of these come from?"

"I no know. I thinks of corshets and den dey here." James walked over to his father and wrapped his arms around his leg, "I knowed you luv 'em!"

"It's your magic! Jamie, I'm so proud of you!" Harry scooped up Jamie in a big hug with Albus in the other arm. This was powerful magic. Harry was thrilled for his son.

It was at that moment that Ginny entered the kitchen. "Why are there courgettes all over our kitchen?" Ginny exclaimed in horror.

Harry could barely contain his mirth. "What? Do you not like courgettes?"

Ginny gawked at her husband in revulsion. "I already told you I hate courgettes! These better be out of here by the time I get back. Oh, and I'm pregnant! You, tosser!" she shouted while running out of the room.

Harry could hear the retching in the bathroom. Another baby! His heart was overflowing with excitement. Looks like I'm not the only tosser around here. "Come on, Jamie, let's figure out something to do with the courgettes before Mummy gets back. Maybe we can use them for compost in the yard."

At least they wouldn't be wasted.

A/N: Today's prompt is I 23, "Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?" "Do you not like zucchini?"

But ofc, the Brits call zucchini courgettes.