Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“And have dessert?” I wasn’t big full anymore. “I have ice cream.”
I had lots, but I wasn’t going to tell Daddy about the big freezer.
Shhh.
He hadn’t asked, so it wasn’t a lie.
Daddy scrunched up his face and gave me a very Daddy sigh as he looked through my undies drawer. “I don’t know about that.”
“Just a tiny bit.” I made sure to look very cute at Daddy and snuggle closer as he picked out my training pants. “I’ll let you have sprinkles.”
‘Cause then I could have them too.
“I’m a good sharer.” I was trying so hard to be good for Daddy, I almost missed something huge. Daddy found the diapers. I thought the box on my dresser looked very boring. It didn’t say diapers at all. The words on it said we should go on adventures. I’d found it at a big store with baskets and boxes and all kinds of decorations. Adventures were fun.
But it didn’t say diapers…Daddy was scary smart.
He looked so calm.
He reached in the box.
“I…” I tried not to look. “I like the colored ones and the chocolate ones. But I don’t know if they really taste like chocolate. They’re brown.”
Daddy coughed like he’d gotten a bug in his throat as he picked out a diaper and tucked it in with the rest of my clothes. “How about we do the colored ones this time?”
Probably a good idea.
The brown ones looked like little poop.
“Okay, Daddy. You have good ideas.” Sometimes.
Did he know what that was?
Daddy was a new Daddy.
What if he didn’t know?
Should I tell him?
I still hadn’t decided when he took my hand and started leading me to the door. “Where is your fun bathtub stuff, cutie?”
“Oh…Um…” Toys, yes. “The big bathroom in my grown-up room, so no one sees it. They understand no going in my office.” I used my very deep, fake big boy voice and made Daddy laugh. “But I can’t tell them they can’t use my potty in the small bathroom.”
Sighing, I shrugged as I walked through my big bedroom and showed him my bathroom. “They thought that was weird. But they said artists can be weird. I just have to let them use my potty. So I moved my stuff.”
That was so rude.
If they wanted to go potty, they should do it at their own house.
Daddy coughed again making me remember the diapers. “That makes sense. Thank you for explaining it to me.”
Oh, oops, I hadn’t figured out if he knew what the diaper was.
He looked very confident as he set my clothes down on the counter and kissed my head. “It’s your house, though, cutie. If you don’t want to let them use your bathroom, you don’t have to.”
“Next time you can tell them that, okay?” I shrugged as he laughed and let go of my hand to move around the bathroom. “My mom wants me to be nice even when they’re bossy, but she can’t tell you to be nice.”
Having a Daddy was going to come in handy.
“Did you know Grandmother likes tea parties and you have to sit very still?” It made me so tired. “They’re not even fun tea parties like littles have. Everyone is very quiet and there aren’t any good cookies.”
That’d been very sad.
Tea party visits were hard.
Daddy’s groan said he knew about the tea parties and he looked like a naughty puppy as he went over to turn on the water. “Um, I might have refused to go to those.”
“You can do that?” Wow. “You make it so I don’t have to either. That’s what Daddies do. They save their cute littles.”
Yep, I’d help him remember that.
Daddy gave me a big smile and another kiss on my head. “Deal. I will save you from the boring things like tea parties and even garden parties.”
Daddy was amazing.
Yep, I was going to keep him.
Oh, but if I was going to keep him, did I have to tell him about the diapers?
That was hard.
“Stop frowning, cutie.” Daddy kissed my cheek and then gave me a big hug. “Daddies are smart and save little boys from even frowning.”
Daddy saved me by tickling me.
He was so sneaky.
Squirming and laughing, I wiggled and was so fast I got free. “Daddy…that’s…that’s not fair.”
He looked very proud of himself as I escaped. He was silly. “I was just making you smile. It’s a Daddy thing. I had to.”
Hmm…
I looked at him very suspiciously, but he just giggled.
He was so naughty.
But he was a good bubble pourer and he made the water just right and he helped me out of my clothes and he helped me remember to go potty before I got in so I didn’t have to get out later and get the bubbles everywhere and he even didn’t let me climb in with my socks on again.
That was always messy.