“My decision making-skills closely resemble that of a squirrel when crossing the street.”
“Which is why Hermione asked me to come with you, because you’re rubbish at picking out Christmas presents, especially for her. The kids don’t mind so much, they’re still at the stage where they love anything you give them, simply because it’s from you. Give them about ten years, and they’ll bin everything you give them for the same reason,” Harry pointed out reasonably.
“Sod off, Potter. Just wait until your kids get to that stage, then we’ll be the cool aunt and uncle who spoil their niece and nephews, and you’ll be the out of touch parents who are clueless on what their kids like,” Ron grumbled.
Harry just grinned, and kept searching through the clothing racks in the Muggle shop. Christmas was only days away, and as usual, Ron had put everything off till the last minute, so once again Harry was in “saving people” mode…and for once couldn’t be happier about it.