Lost Creek Hollow mumps - that's a funny word

Aengus' bath took twice the time that it usually did; Rannoch found joy in the mundanity of the task, knowing that his son would grow up quickly. "Somebody does not like his bath," he quipped to himself in between licks, "It's almost over, bud, I promise."

When Rannoch's word had come to fruition, he pulled away with a smile. "See, that wasn't too bad," he said. "And now you're all good to go... just don't go and get dirty too soon," he warned. "Or we'll have to do this all over again." Somehow, Aengus seemed to comprehend what Rannoch has said. He flopped onto his side and sighed, obviously exhausted from the whole ordeal.

Rannoch watched on with a smile, as Aengus snored; he was out like a light. "Sleep tight, bud," the leader whispered, and gently kissed his son's head. "They're be all sorts of excitement for you when you wake up." Hopefully, it wouldn't be the life-threatening kind, either.