Chapter 1475 - 1477: Snowball Is a Girl—Are You?

Like a little adult, he patted James Shannon’s knee and comforted him, "Grandpa, let’s play tomorrow, Fennie is making William take a bath now."

Mrs. Shannon was amused by her precious grandson, and James Shannon couldn’t help but chuckle too. He nodded, "Alright, we’ll play tomorrow."

William blew two flying kisses and waved his tiny hands, "Good night Grandpa, good night Grandma. Gaby, let’s go."

Gaby lazily crawled up from the carpet, swaggering behind him.

William ran to Sophie Sullivan, hugging her legs, "Fennie, hold me."

Sophie Sullivan bent down and picked up William, nodded to Mrs. Shannon and James Shannon, then went upstairs.

The mother and son entered William’s bedroom, William saw Sophie Sullivan with a mysterious look on her face. He reached out his tiny hand and poked Sophie’s face, "Fennie, are you planning another prank?"

Sophie whispered, "Listen William, Mommy is going to give you a great mission."

"What mission?" William wasn’t very interested.

"A great mission, if you complete it, your sister can go home with us. If not, we’ll have to go home by ourselves."

Sophie had a pretty good grip on William’s unwillingness to just go home. She coolly asked, "William, do you want to accomplish the mission?"

William clenched his tiny fist and valiantly waved it twice, "Fennie, William will definitely complete the mission!"

Sophie slightly smiled, bent down, and whispered instructions into his ear.

William twisted out of her embrace, waved his tiny fists and energetically ran out of the bedroom.

"In Lebanon, they encountered a terrorist attack..." Thomas Shannon spoke softly, telling the story, when an unsettling knocking sounded.

Thomas Shannon glanced at Snowball, Snowball looked at him too, completely puzzled.

"Dad will go check it out." Putting down the book, Thomas Shannon went to the bedroom door and opened it.

There was no one there.

Just as he was about to close the door, a tiny hand pulled on his pants leg, tugged twice.

Thomas Shannon lowered his head and saw William looking up at him, grinning broadly.

"Daddy."

"Hmm?"

"William hasn’t taken a bath yet, Daddy help William with bath time~" William, like a little monkey, grabbed his pants leg and climbed up.

He climbed halfway, ran out of energy, and used both his hands and feet to hug his thigh, panting from exhaustion.

"Let the servant help you shower, I don’t have time." Thomas Shannon grabbed his collar, ready to move him aside.

Quick as a flash, William hugged his arm tightly, refusing to let go.

His delicate small face was pulled tight, full of determination, "No, Daddy wash!"

"You little rascal, how old are you?"

"Three years old."

"Three years old and still can’t take a bath by yourself?" Thomas Shannon frowned, what kind of indulgence had that woman given the child!

William was upset, his little mouth pouted high, "Why can the fairy have Fennie help with bath, but William can’t have Daddy help?"

"Snowball is a girl, are you?"

William tilted his head thinking for a while, and shouted crisply, "William is a baby!"

Baby wants bath time!

Wants Daddy to help with bath time!

Thomas Shannon: "..."

William looked at him, eyes filled with tears, "Daddy..."

"Where’s your clothes?"

"(⊙ o ⊙) Ah?"

Thomas Shannon tugged at his collar, "Where’s your pajamas or do you plan on wearing these dirty clothes to sleep?"

William understood, he nodded vigorously, "Know, William go get pajamas!"