Evans was having fun playing with Philips. Every day, Philips and Evans got to know each other better. Somehow Philips was able to make Evans not always think about Andrea.
"Go on!" Philips said while holding out both hands.
"You want me to hold you? Oh no, Philips. You're going to wet on the bed again," Evans said.
"Go on!" Philips whined.
Evans sighed. Finally he picked Philips up and put him on his shoulder.
"Are you happy?"
Philips smiled happily while he moved his hands so that Evans would walk.
"Oh boy, you make me tired. I want to take a nap too. Why do I have to babysit you every day?" complained Evans.
Philips, however, laughed heartily. He always laughed when Evans was angry with him.
Evans immediately put Philips down, and he held him in his arms. He stared at the child. Until now, Evans had not noticed Philips' resemblance to him.
"You're so cute," Evans said and kissed Philips.
