Stinksap
A Herbology tome lay open on the dining room table, complete with a large, rotating illustration of the plant in question.
Pansy looked from it , to her husband's smiling face and back down again.
"No. Nope I can't, I cannot put our son in a cactus costume. Can not and will not. " Pansy folded her arms across her chest.
"It's a Mimbulus mimbletonia Pans and it makes stink sap….get it?" He laughed quietly at his own joke, his crooked grin sliding up the side of his face.
She rolled her eyes. "I will not be party to embarrassing him before he can talk. Now I have this lovely royal blue velvet leftover I bet he'd be an adorable little prince…"
Neville's face dropped as he slid the book back towards him. "I suppose…"
"Nev, this party is his first real outing, I don't want to introduce "This is my son Paris, he makes stinksap hahaha."
A plaintive cry came right on cue from the baby hearing his name. "I've got him." Neville said automatically and started up the stairs to the nursery.
Pansy sat there, arms still folded, listening to Neville coo at the 8 month old. From the sounds of the baby squealing back at him, Paris had no intention of going to back to sleep, but there wasn't a trace of complaint in his father's voice.
Stamping her for petulantly, Pansy picked up the Herbology book and started towards her sewing room muttering. " This is my son, he makes Stinksap…"