“Dad, I've set up a chance for you today. You should seize it,"

Sheldon said sweetly.

Lyndon smiled and hoisted him up, heading toward the children's room.

"Let's go check on your studies. Have you mastered the program I taught you last time?"

Unsatisfied with the change in topic, Sheldon pinched Lyndon's ear.

“Dad, don't change the subject. Do you hear me? Well, you should push Tilda against the wall, hug her, and stroke her head!"

Lyndon was at a loss for words. "Where did you learn that?"

"I saw it in Tilda's script," Sheldon revealed.

Lyndon frowned. "That's meant for young people."

Sheldon touched his face and reasoned, “Dad, you're young! Can't you be a little more proactive? It's sad that at my young age, I have to worry about you two adults."

Lyndon was rendered speechless.

Where did this little boy pick up such ideas?

He was really something else!

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Elma was helping Tilda change the bedding.

“Elma, I'LL sleep with you tonight," Tilda declared.

"Okay," Elma replied, smoothing out the bed sheets with a smile. "Mr. Fernandez is really a good man. He rushed over just because of a phone call. We could use a man like that around the house."

Her implication was clear-she hoped Tilda would consider accepting Lyndon.

Silently, Tilda gathered the old bedding and carried it to the laundry room.

As she passed by the children's room, she overheard the conversation between Lyndon and Sheldon.

"Well done, you are a pleasure to teach," Lyndon praised.