Author's note: Written for the One Week Challenge.

Character: George

Prompt: Messy

I own nothing.

Innocent

"Daddy, what was Uncle Fred like," the young boy,Freddie, innocently asked as he scribbled on a piece of parchment.

George felt like he had been punched in the gut.

"Hey, kiddo," George shakily began, "where did you hear about Uncle Fred?"

"Uncle Ron told me," Freddie frankly told him.

"Oh," George numbly replied.

"Aren't you going to tell me about Uncle Fred, Daddy," Freddie impatiently asked him.

George gaped at his son for a minute before cooling replying, "Actually, Freddie…"

"Yeah, Daddy," Freddie hopefully replied.

"That's a question that you will have to ask your Mum," George confidently told him.

"But I already asked her," Freddie loudly complained.

"What did she tell you," George curiously asked him.

"Mummy told me to ask you because you had known him better," Freddie frankly continued, "Then she sent me to a different room, and began to yell at Uncle Ron. Did Uncle Ron do something bad? Did Uncle Fred do something bad?"

"One question at a time."

"What was Uncle Fred like and did he do something bad," Freddie repeated.

"Kiddo, that's two," George weakly joked.

"What do you mean, Daddy," Freddie innocently asked him.

"Never mind," George continued, "Uncle Fred and I had looked like each other."

"Exactly alike," Freddie eagerly questioned him.

"Exactly alike," George confirmed with a small grin, "Uncle Fred and I had gotten into so much trouble together."

"You were bad?"

"Not really," George wheedled.

"All right," Freddie confidently told him, "Please continue."

"Uncle Fred was the one that did all the planning. I was the one that metaphorically threw all our plans out the window," George confided.

"What do you mean," Freddie asked him with a puzzled expression upon his face.

"I was the messy one. Uncle Fred was quite organized," George wistfully replied.

"Organized?"

"Uncle Fred kept things clean," he clarified.

Freddie nodded triumphantly, "I keep things clean too!"

"Good for you," George remarked, "I bet that your Mum is so happy with you!"

Freddie happily nodded, "Is Mummy happy with you?"

"I don't know," George slyly began, "I could go right now and ask Mummy if she is happy with me?"

"No," Freddie begged, "tell me more about Uncle Fred?"

"All right, Kiddo," George sighed before he continued, "all right. I'll tell you more about Uncle Fred. What else do you want to know about him?"

"What was his favorite color," Freddie thoughtfully asked him.

"Red."

Author's note: By continuing to write, I improve. :)