It was the first time Lyndon had accompanied a child for an injection.
Following the nurseâs instructions, he pressed a cotton swab to Sheldonâs arm and waited for the blood to clot.
Then he took the little boy to the rest area and sat down with him.
âMom, Iâm okay.
Donât cry,â Sheldon said with a grin.
Lyndon, hearing this, looked at Tilda and noticed her eyes were slightly red.
He hadnât expected her to get emotional over Sheldonâs injection.
âDonât be silly.
I didnât cry,â Tilda said, feeling uneasy under Lyndonâs curious gaze.
Sheldon grinned and said, âMommy, every time I get an injection, you cry.
You didnât cry today because Daddy is here, right?â
Tilda was at a loss for words.
She glanced at Lyndon and quickly looked away.
âDonât be ridiculous.
I never cry,â she insisted.
âElma told me you cried every time I got an injection when I was a baby,â Sheldon said, continuing to expose her.
âLook at your red eyes Embarrassed, Tilda wanted to escape.
She lied, âMy eyes are red because something got in them.
â
Sheldon blinked and said, âDad, can you check Momâs eyes and help her get the dirt out?â
Called out by Sheldon, Lyndon glanced at Tilda with interest.
âNo, thanks.
Itâs all right,â Tilda said hastily, avoiding Lyndonâs gaze.
Sheldon grinned and exposed her again mercilessly.
âMom, youâre lying.
You always tell me that good children shouldnât lie.
â
Tilda was speechless, almost overwhelmed by her clever little boy.
How did she end up with such a smart kid?
Lyndon, noticing her discomfort, smiled and tried to smooth things over.
âHey now, save your mom some grace.
She gets emotional because she cares about you.
â
Sheldon blinked his big eyes, looking from Lyndon to Tilda.
âDad, are you defending Mom? Well, since you kissed, you have to protect her more.
â
Lyndon and Tilda were both speechless, struggling to keep up with Sheldonâs thinking.
âEnough talking, Sheldon,â Tilda said, trying to change the subject