"Well then he's a smart kid. Besides, if you can't get your Uncle wrapped around your finger, then who you can you?" Sean was going to make sure that Tim would never go through anything like what he and Maryanne had experienced when they were younger. There was no doubt in Sean's mind that spoiling him rotten was inevitable. He felt the way he was around kids was natural, inherent. Because it wasn't as if he had spent much time with them in the past.
Sean gently rubbed Tim's back and glanced down at Maryanne. "Younger by only twenty minutes, remember? That's basically nothin'." He hissed a little as she cleaned his wound. "If you cut my leg, Maryanne, I ain't gonna be walking." Sean chuckled slightly. "Yeah yeah, cut it off."