"Are you guys picking out clothes for Henry?" the sales associate asked.

The four men nodded. "Yes, he's our son."

The sales associate's eyebrows shot up. Men? Four of them? A son?

Could it be two gay couples who adopted Henry and are now raising him together? Who's the mom? Who's the dad?

A story began to take shape in the sales associate's mind.

"Let's pick a size for my son, and we'll try it on."

"Sir, it's not convenient for children to try on clothes here. Do you know what size he usually wears?"

The men exchanged puzzled looks. "Why can't we try them on? Are you afraid we'll try and not buy? Just pick a size, and we'll buy it after trying."

The sales associate replied, "Actually, if you could just tell me the size, we can get the clothes for you."

Teddy shrugged. "We don't know the size."

Oh, looks like a recent adoption, thought the sales associate, noting Henry's nice clothes. "I can check the size now."

So, under the "torture" of his four godfathers, Henry's clothes were removed, revealing his chubby little body, and he burst into tears.

His crying drew attention from nearby customers. The four big men cuddled, coaxed, and entertained him, almost losing their minds.

If it had been anyone else being so stubborn, not listening to sweet talk, the four of them would have turned hostile and dealt with that person already. But today, they were holding their "son" in their arms!

Not long after, when it was time to change clothes, another ordeal began. The four of them cuddled, coaxed, and doted on him, eventually getting help from the sales associate to dress Henry in his new clothes. Having gone through the experience once, the men firmly decided not to let Henry try on clothes anymore.

In the toy store, whatever Henry took a liking to, "Buy!"

Whatever his little hand touched, "Buy!"

other kids driving toy cars, Teddy pointed

around, the sales associate was quick to pick up, ensuring Henry's shopping spree filled the car's trunk to

in

a tissue. "Don't

opened a pack of wet wipes. "Tissue will still rub our son's skin raw. We need

for wiping his bottom? How can we use them for his

questioned, "Did she say

reminisced, "I

"Seems like she

called Andre. "What should we use to wipe our son's

Andre: "..."

to the four men's heated debate, Andre suggested, "Why don't you

Henry and four

men holding Henry were told, "Gentlemen, the child is too young. He's not suitable for slides and trampolines." Mars wanted to argue. "Our son is small. Why can't

loss for words at the

Ask where we can buy this

act adorably for a bit, but then he started gnawing on Teddy's face. Mars excitedly exclaimed, "Look, why is

him, Henry

but Conner felt something was off.

"Hasn't he been crying since

this isn't right. When Henry kisses Andre, he's smiling. Why

looked

bottles, suddenly realized and shouted, "Damn, we haven't fed our son any

realization, all four men

to the

squeezing together. They usually traveled in spacious vehicles, so they decided to stand outside

fumbled around. "How much formula do we feed

water first or formula? Mars, quickly look it up

tearfully exhausted Henry in his arms, cuddled him

son. Asher, go to the supermarket and buy a bottle of cold water to

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