He had to endure. Shawn kept reminding himself that he was his son.
"Ah, much better. I almost held it too long. Alright, Shawn, help me put on my pants."
Shawn glanced at him.
"I can't move, or else I wouldn't have asked you. I've been taking care of myself since I was two!" Joshua said.
Shawn silently helped him put on his pants.
Just as he finished, Joshua suddenly said, "Wait a moment!"
"What now?"
"I need to poop."
Shawn was speechless.
Was this heaven's way of tormenting him?
Fi