“Don’t do that daddy!” Squealed your four year old son Hugo, his innocent eyes round with a mixture of confusion, shock and fear

He looked up at the illusion his father and your beloved husband, Fred, had created using a simple spell him and his twin brother George had created especially for Halloween.

Fred grinned “What? Not do this?” He mocked as another swish of his wand there was an illusion of a long pale ghost with black holes for eyes and a mouth.

“No no no!” Hugo squealed at him as his chubby toddler quickly carried him too behind your legs. You currently had your 22 month old daughter on your hip and busy trying to make pasta— a regular Thursday dinner.

“Fred leave him alone and stop that.” You say flatly as you opened the fridge to take out a medium sized jar of tomato sauce. In all honesty- the ghost illusion wasn’t that scary— Hugo was just too little to fully comprehend that it wasn’t real and his father (like always) was playing tricks on him

Fred grinned at yours words as he muttered the spell that made the illusion disappear as quick as flash. “Sorry hun” He said in an unapologetic tone as he picked up your small daughter who was reaching her hands out towards him and put her on his hip before ruffling Hugo’s identical ginger hair. “Won’t happen again.” He said, though the lie was as clear as a crystal ball.