Lyndon stood in the hallway, holding a pile of clothes. Sheldon beamed up at him. "Dad, you have to thank me! Tilda wouldn't be cleaning the bathtub for you without me."

Lyndon chuckled, bending down to gently pinch Sheldon's soft cheek.

“Careful, don't catch a cold now. Go get some sleep."

Sheldon grinned. "Okay, Dad! You and Tilda worked well together in taking good care of me."

Lyndon was speechless.