I remember it quite clearly. I was nearing my due date with Ron and Fred and George were being little terrors. As per usual so I shouldn't have been surprised. But that's not the interesting point. It all began after I brought Ron home from St. Mungo's.
I had left Ron at the bottom of the stairs in his carrier while I took his bags upstairs. Arthur was talking to the boys about the importance of being quieter and all. But somehow Fred must have gotten out of his sight because he turned up at the bottom of the stairs. I didn't notice him until I heard a little voice say,
"Let me help, Mummy," Fred said while holding Ron like a cat.
"Fred, stay right where you are," I said very carefully and slowly.
"But I want to help," he said while walking up the first step.
"Fred, stay right there and Do. Not. Drop. Your. Brother," I said slowly punctuating the last few words.
Whether he understood or not, he climbed up another stair with Ron still in a cat like hold. I began to walk towards him slowly. Trying not to scare him or anything.
"Fred I want you to sit down on the stair very carefully and whatever you do, Do. Not. Drop. Your. Brother," I said once again speaking very slowly hoping he would understand.
"Yes, Mummy," he said and slowly sat down. "Thank Merlin," I mumbled.
I slowly walked down to Fred and took Ron from his small arms.
"Fred, you know you aren't supposed to do that. You could have hurt Ron."
"I'm sorry, Mummy," he said, looking slightly ashamed in his mischievous way.
"Good, now go find your father and sit down and listen to what he says," I instructed and watched as he hurried off.
Whatever he was thinking I never really found out beyond the "I'm helping you, Mummy." Luckily, Ron and Fred were just fine. Just the way it was supposed to be.