Lyndon initially thought bathing a child would be simple. He began calmly, but the little boy's constant chirping soon flustered him.

When Sheldon protested in a childish voice about water splashing on his face, Lyndon blurted out, “Are you a sparrow? You're making so much noise!"

The little boy, wiping the mist from his face with a chubby hand, glared at him with wide eyes. “Dad, that's rude! If you make a mistake, admit it and take criticism! Or I'll tell Tilda what you did!"

Lyndon was speechless. He envisioned Tilda's accusatory stare, scolding him for his blunders.

A wave of inexplicable guilt washed over him.

It felt like the guilt of a husband expecting a lecture from his wife.

Shaking off his thoughts, Lyndon looked at Sheldon and begged for mercy. “Alright, alright, I apologize. Your criticism is noted. How about I take care of those bubbles next?"

Sheldon raised his chin slightly and behaved in a grown-up manner.

"You need to support my head with one hand and wash my hair with the other. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." Lyndon chuckled and followed Sheldon's instructions.

Sheldon closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the water. Yet, he couldn't keep quiet.

"Dad, make sure you take care of me so I can say nice things about you to Tilda and make her like you more."

Lyndon was at a loss for words.

Thanks but no thanks!

After bathing the little troublemaker, Lyndon was drenched in sweat.

He realized that looking after a child was no small task.

"So, should I grab a towel to dry you off next?"

Lyndon was about to fetch a towel.

Sheldon mischievously raised his hand and splashed water from the bathtub at Lyndon.

Just as Lyndon stood, he got doused from his waist to his abdomen.