The man licked his thin lips and gently negotiated, "Son, Dad bought you a delicious lollipop. Let's go out and eat a lollipop, okay?"
"Okay."
Finally, Daniel managed to coax the child out and sighed softly.
But then he heard the drowsy woman say, "Daniel Cooper, don't talk nonsense. Carl can't eat candy while he's teething."
"Wow ... I want candy-candy ..."
The child's legs kicked up a lot of splashes, wetting Dad's clothes and Mom's face.
"... ..."
Daniel felt a throbbing pain between his eyebrows.
Both of them, big and small, were equally headache-inducing.
Amelia, splashed by water, became less sleepy.
She didn't care if the child was willing; she quickly scooped him up from the water with tears in his eyes, looked disgustedly at the man squatting next to her, and said, "You can't even handle a two-and-a-half-year-old child. What use are you? Give me the shower head."
