In truth, Sheldon could manage on his own, but with Lyndon around, he was milking the opportunity.

Without a word, Lyndon helped him undress.

Soon, the little boy stood naked.

Shyly, Sheldon threw himself into Lyndon's arms.

"Dad, hurry and get me in the tub!"

Lyndon fought back a laugh. He picked up the little boy and gently placed him in the bathtub.

Then, he pulled up a small stool and sat down.

Splashing happily in the water, Sheldon looked at Lyndon, still perfectly dressed.

“Dad, why don't you join me?"

Lyndon raised his eyebrows. "No thanks," he replied.

“Why not? We're both men! Don't be shy."

Sheldon's innocent logic brought a smile to Lyndon's face. “I'm not used to bathing with others," he explained.

“But I'm your son."

"No," Lyndon said firmly.

Sheldon sputtered, about to protest, but Lyndon cut him off, “What would you like me to do next?"

Pouting slightly, Sheldon pointed at his head. "Well, you can help me wash my hair."

Lyndon took the shampoo, squirted a small amount into his palm, and dampened Sheldon's hair before starting to lather it up.

Sheldon tilted his head back slightly, squinting.

This was a first for Lyndon. A strange sense of novelty and accomplishment bubbled within him. It felt... paternal, like a father bathing his son.

Sheldon reveled in the pampering, reminding Lyndon occasionally, “Dad, water is getting in my ears! Please wipe it off. Oh no, the bubbles are getting in my eyes!"