From that first day of his new life, he experienced those three horrid events at least one to three times each and every day that followed.
Thankfully, when a few months passed, he escaped the torture of having to see his new mother's bosom, leaving only the other two to endure.
At least one torture safely avoided aside, during those and the months that followed, Sol had managed to learn a few words of the unfamiliar language while hearing his new parents speak.
Some of those words included his new parents' names along with his.
His sweet and warm new mother's name was Alicia, while his loud and carefree father's was Frank. His new name was Theron.
He didn't know if he had a surname or not, as with his current knowledge and understanding it was never mentioned, either when they called him by name or when speaking with each other. Even if he had, there wasn't any need to speak of it amongst family, so it was reasonable not to have heard it yet.
That was when he decided to move up his game and reveal his trump cards, in order to lay the first stone for his plan to gain more knowledge on later time.
"Papa, mama." during one uneventful dinner, he called those two, weaponized words out loud.
"Cling!" "Ugh, c-cough cough!" sounded at the same time.
Alicia had dropped her fork on the plate while Frank choked on his food.
Their mouths hung open as they stared at their adorable son sitting in his baby chair with eyes wide open.
"A-Alicia...d-did little Teri j-jus...!"
"TANG!" Before he could finish, Alicia pushed her chair back with force, causing it to drop on the floor, and literally jumped in front of baby Theron, her face almost touching his as she stared.
Sol was frightened! 'What was that reaction?! Did I mess up? Was I too fast in speaking?'
Alicia's reaction to his revealing first two words was too different from her usual warm and quiet demeanor.
Sol was deeply worried he had messed up in speaking so early and by doing so he had also exposed his facade, when out of the blue, Alicia moved her arms and lifted him up.
Before he could realize what was happening, he was hugged between her arms and bosom, almost suffocating from the little air he could siphon in.
"Ohhhh, my little Teri! His first word was mama!" Alicia said in pure joy.
"Ehh? Actually, Ali sweetheart, his first word was...!" A murderous glare immediately shut Frank up, forcing him to swallow his last word in fear.
"And my baby Teri spoke so soon! He must be a genius!" Alicia declared while lifting Sol out of her bosom and up on the air in exuberance.
Every mother wished for her child to be a genius and achieve great things in life, and her, she now firmly believed that her son was such.
That night, Sol feared he had to sleep while tightly being held by his new mother but fortunately she had somewhat calmed down and let him sleep in his crib instead.
By the time he was one year old, he could control his bodily needs enough to be spared of the shameful nude exposure and could use a special, toddlers' friendly toilet to do it in private instead, leaving only the bath nightmare to be overcome.
Around that period, he had also finally pieced together enough vocabulary to begin learning the language more efficiently while periodically spurting out new words for his new parents to hear.
Halfway through his second year of life, Sol learned enough to be able to understand what was being spoken when his two parents were having a conversation.
But to his dismay, having gotten the gist of the language from his parents' conversations, he eventually realized there was not any progress with it to be gained from them anymore; the vocabulary being used in their conversations' context wouldn't provide new material.
Thankfully, stone by stone, his plan on lessening his new parents' suspicion when he would reveal himself to have more profound knowledge of the language for his desired purposes, was progressing smoothly.
During his third year, he gradually dished out many more words and parts sentences, and after he deemed it to be an appropriate time, he began speaking whole and correct sentences without a single mistake.
Alicia and Frank were all praises and pride for their smart son, with Alicia hugging and cuddling him whenever she found the chance to.
Finally, since two years and some months ago when he spoke his first words and started revealing his comprehensive and learning abilities for the language, it was time to reap the intended benefits.
One afternoon, when Frank arrived early from work and seemed relaxed as he sat at the table, Sol walked in front of him and looked up at him in all seriousness.
"What is it, little Teri?" he carefreely asked. Alicia, who was nearby at the kitchen, took a glance at the serious-looking Theron and immediately perked up her ears, wondering what their genius son wanted that warranted that level of seriousness.
"Dad, I want a book." Sol stated as a matter of fact with his high-pitched voice.
"!" "CLANG!" Frank was shocked while Alicia dropped the cooking wares she was wiping clean.
"W-what do you want?!" asked Frank incredulously, his eyes almost dropping out of their sockets.
Looking down at his three-year-old son, asking him of his own accord for a book, was something he found hard to believe to be true. What three years old is asking for a book instead of a toy?!
"A book dad. I want a book so I can learn more." Sol said again with his innocent looking eyes.
"But we already have some books in the house. Read those first and we will see if we will buy more." Frank answered.
Deep surprised aside, his way of thinking was simple. Although their son was smart beyond his age, he was still three years old. This request was probably an impulsive one, easy to forget when his young brain was distracted long enough.
Also, by the time Theron had read those four books they had, he would already be at the age when he would have to go to school, so he wouldn't have to buy any others in the meantime.
"I have already read those, dad. Pleeasse, can I have more?" Frank was shocked as he stared down at his son.
'He read them all?! At the age of three?!'
Looking in his son's eyes slowly turning watery, he had already begun to cave in and agree to his request. He was only hesitating while thinking of how much money they had to spare in order to buy new books.
"CRACK" "CRACK" a couple of crisp boney sounds woke him from his calculations.
Turning over to their source, he saw Alicia cracking her knuckles while emanating murderous intent. Cold sweat formed at once on his forehead and a shiver ran through his spine.
And he was wondering why Alicia was being quiet all this time. It turns out she was just observing at the exchange between him and Theron, ready to intervene only if the outcome wasn't of her liking, like a predator silently waiting, ready to jump at the unaware prey!
Deeply frightened, like a shaking rabbit facing a hungry wolf, Frank knew there was only one correct answer to his son's request for him to be spared.
"Of course you can, little Teri!" Frank said, safely avoiding his wife's wrath.
The next day, Sol received a newly bought book about a fairy tale.
Although its topic was not what he was truly seeking, he read it all, enriching his vocabulary at the very least. The topics he was looking for had to wait.
During the few months that followed, Sol would ask Frank for a new book every now and then, making sure though some adequate amount of time has passed between each book request as to not arouse a lot of suspicion.
Eventually, Frank had to also buy a small bookshelf for storing all those books in; a murderous glare helped him reach that decision very swiftly.
Gradually, the books he requested grew stranger and stranger, with their topics and contents becoming more specialized and complex by the book.
It wasn't long before he was reading books titled "Morter's Elementary Physics Theory" or "Agashia's Biology Tome".