He removed his pajamas bottoms and raised the boy's blanket.
He took another look at his child's wound under the flashlight's illumination.
Fortunately, there was still a thin coating of light crimson covering the area, though it had slightly enlarged. He did not severely beat him tonight, and he did not even require medication. By tomorrow, he would be fine.
Not as worse as Melvin's leg-mounted teeth rows. Each one of them has swelling and filled with bruises.
The son can't tolerate any loss because he enjoys getting even too much, even when he didn't need to. This was a bad development. He had to figure out a method to stop his son from having this attitude sooner or later.
Jerry sighed and gave it some thought as he pulled a box of lotion from his pajama pocket and applied some to Melvin's tiny bottom.
Despite the movement being quite light, Melvin continued to murmur and twist his tiny buttocks from the sudden touch he felt.