Feeling playful, Lyndon, in high spirits, reached around and playfully wiped the boyâs nose with his slightly greasy hand.
The busy Sheldon frowned and turned to look at Tilda instinctively, thinking she was teasing him.
âMom, why did you do that?â
Tilda, absorbed in her work, was caught off guard by his question.
âWhat do you mean?â
Sheldon blinked and touched his nose.
âYouâre being naughty.
You touched me with your dirty hands just now and pretended it wasnât you!â
Astonished, Tilda asked, âWhen did I touch you with my dirty hands?â
âJust now, admit it!â he insisted.
Tilda blinked, puzzled.
Seeing the mischief in Lyndonâs eyes, she suddenly understood.
âSheldon, it wasnât me.
It was your father who teased you.
â
Lyndon always appeared so serious.
She never expected him to have such a playful side.
âSheldon, Iâm on your right.
How could it be me? Your mother did it,â
Lyndon said, feigning innocence.
Tilda was exasperated.
âWhy are you lying?â
âIâm not,â Lyndon replied, maintaining his serious facade.
Sheldon looked at them both an idea forming in his mind.
âMom and Dad, please lower your heads.
â
Tilda and Lyndon exchanged glances and complied.
Sheldonâs small fingers touched their noses.
âYou two must be punished.
â
Tilda protested, âSheldon, Iâm innocent.
I told you it was your father who teased you.
â
Then she quickly touched Lyndonâs face with her dirty fingers.
Lyndon grinned and turned to Sheldon.
âSee how vengeful she is?â
Sheldon giggled, his laughter filling the room.
Watching the interaction from her seat, Rosalynn smiled.
The three of them seemed to be in perfect harmony.
It looked Like Lyndon had a soft spot for Tilda.