Daniel finally understood why the precious little one was crying - he had wet the bed.
Flustered, he turned to Mason, who was standing nearby, watching the commotion. "Mason, come over and help me soothe him."
Mason shook his head with a hint of Schadenfreude. "He wants his mom, not me."
Daniel, "…" He couldn't refute that.
Ignoring everything else for now, he clumsily tried to remove the wet little pants from his son, knowing that wearing wet clothes would cause rashes.
Bernard immediately clung to his little pants, refusing to let go. Wetting his pants was embarrassing enough, but if his dad saw his bare butt, it would be even more humiliating.
Father and son were at an impasse, with one trying to remove the pants and the other insisting on keeping them on...
After a few minutes, Daniel said in a slightly heavier tone, "Let go. Keeping wet pants on can make you sick."
Then the crying intensified.