“Leah! Blake!”
One of them was always close by to tend to him, so he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long, and as usual, it was only a few seconds before the bedroom door opened and Blake walked in.
“’Morning, Dad. Potty time?”
“Yeah, and don’t call it that,” Steve replied.
“It’s just a joke,” Blake chuckled.
“Save the jokes and get me on the toilet! I really gotta piss!”
“Alright, just hang on. Let’s get you strapped in.”
Blake put the cuffs around his dad’s calves and secured them with the strong velcro. Then he pulled the handle at the other end of the line, raising Steve’s feet into the air and locking them in place before attaching matching cuffs around his dad’s armpits and pulling another handle. Blake then swung Steve around so his feet were at the side of the bed and pulled one of the handles, raising Steve’s feet into the air, spread apart wide. But instead of grabbing the wheelchair as usual, Blake grabbed a pair of scissors.