He served a bowl of soup to Sheldon, suggesting gently, “Here, have some soup.”

Sheldon eyed the bowl and remarked, “Oh good. No scallions in this.”

Lyndon’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “You’re not a fan of scallions either?”

“Nope, not at all.”

Lyndon muttered to himself, “He’s just like me!”

“Tilda mentioned that Sheldon is quite particular about his food.”

Rosalynn had shared with him the foods Sheldon disliked, and Lyndon found it unexpected.

Sheldon’s eating preferences to align so closely

he prompted, starting

pointed out, “Dad, you forgot to cool it down, Tilda

gently blew on the soup. “How

the soup. “You

at a loss for words

a warmth that reminded

but think that if Lyndon and Tilda were indeed an item, this boy should be regarded as

eat,” Brian said, placing food

on Sheldon. “He’s absolutely adorable. I’d

a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, when his dad achieves his

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