Could it be that Mom doesn't like him anymore?
Robert Thomson found his pouting expression quite amusing: "Little guy, what's the matter, you don't want me to help you with bath time?"
"I do, I do." he lowered his head and fiddled with the corner of his clothes.
He felt a bit wronged, especially now that he knew Emma Smith was not his real mother, and all these years of love were stolen.
"Damn it! There are plenty of people who would feel lucky to have me help them bathe, regardless of gender!" Robert walked over, picked him up, and perhaps the way he carried him on his little arm was not very comfortable, as his small body squirmed unwillingly.
Pushing him into the bathroom, Robert laughed, "Your mother has a baby brother in her belly now, it would be terrible if she slipped in the bathroom."
