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