Chapter 1123

By late morning, Oliver had wrapped up his errands, and by the afternoon, he was on his way back home. When he arrived, the whole family was gathered in the living room, hovering around Cliff. "Grace, why does our little guy look so grumpy?" Peter asked, noticing Cliff's pouty little face. Grace, holding the chubby-faced baby in her arms, sighed dramatically. "I cleaned his little bottom while changing his diaper, and he's been pouting ever since. "He clearly doesn't appreciate it. It's like he'd rather stay dirty and stinky. Honestly, I think he's going to grow up with his dad's bad temper." Cliff turned his head away, clearly uninterested in his mom's complaints. Peter, acting as though his grandson could understand every word, offered some "wise" advice. He said, "Cliff, we need you to be a sweet baby, not a stinky one!" James asked, "Grandpa, do you really think he gets what you're saying?" Peter, clearly not in the mood for James' cheekiness, raised his cane in mock warn