Roger looked at Evan through the rearview mirror. Evan did appear a bit listless as if he had a fever. When they arrived home, Roger picked up a half-asleep Evan in one hand and the large bag that Jessica had just given him in the other hand. He had to stifle a smile, it seemed like his son slept in the car just as he did when he was a child.
Roger had never taken care of a child. Looking at Evan lying in bed, he felt a little flustered. He has just taken his temperature at 38 degrees. What did that mean? Was it high? Low? Normal?
Evan shifted in bed, reached out and held Roger's hand, "Daddy, I want to go poops."
Roger frowned and tried hard to stifle a smile. "What is poops Evan?"
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