"Dad, what's cancer?" A very young Shawn Spencer asked his father one day.

Henry had known this question was coming once it was made public that Shawn's teacher, Mrs. Strawberry, had pancreatic cancer and was resigning.

Henry sighed and pulled his son onto his knee, wishing that his son would always remain innocent but knowing that one day his sweet son would become as calloused as Henry.

"Cancer is a really bad disease, son." Henry said simply, hoping Shawn wouldn't ask any further questions.

"Then why doesn't she go to the doctors and get a shot?" Shawn asked, eyes wide and confused.

Henry should have known his little detective prodigy would want to know more.

"Because cancer can't always be cured." Henry said sadly, seeing his son's eyes become even more clouded with confusion.

"Why not?" Shawn asked, surprising his father a little bit. He had expected his son to ask what would happen to his teacher, or if she were going to die.

Henry, unprepared for that question, paused and scrunched up his face in a way he had yet to know would be imitated by his son when he was older. "I honestly don't know, Shawn. Sometimes, there are things in life that we really wish we could fix, but no matter what, we just can't."

"Like when I accidentally dropped your handcuffs?" Shawn asked innocently.

Henry wasn't fooled.

"When, exactly, did you drop my handcuffs?" Henry asked, glaring at his son.

"Darn it…"