Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Kenzie, are some of your toys valuable? Should we put some on the top shelf or in special boxes?” Daddy was thinking so hard he looked like he was solving a mystery.
My hoard was his mystery.
That was so exciting.
“Yes, Daddy.”
And one small scoop for Daddy’s dragon and one not-too-small scoop for the special Daddy…Daddy’s dragon was very smart and knew not to give too much.
“Kenzie the cutie, that’s not enough information.”
Oh, I’d been hoping Daddy would say it wasn’t enough ice cream.
Wait.
“What ’mation, Daddy?” Just a tiny bit of syrup to make it special, but not too much or Daddy would worry…or it would get messy.
The chocolate syrup liked to go everywhere.
“About the toys, cutie. I want to make sure we have the most valuable ones protected.” Daddy was very smart and didn’t even get distracted when I gave him his dessert. “That looks delicious, thank you, Kenzie.”
Yay.
Oh, toys.
Yes, my hoard.
“Maybe the ’pensive ones at the top? Like at the fancy stores?” My toys were fancy too. “Oh, spoons. Spoon for Daddy.”
Daddy didn’t look like an eat with his fingers Daddy.
He smiled but didn’t giggle when I hurried to bring him his spoon. “Thank you, cutie. But fancy stores?”
Daddy’s eyes got big and he sat up straight like a cartoon man with a light bulb going flick over his head. It almost made me giggle, but I listened very carefully. “Oh, you mean like when stores put the expensive things in cases?”
When I nodded, Daddy looked very proud of himself. He was such a cute Daddy and he had the bestest ideas. “What if we find some special boxes for the toys that are worth a lot of money or are your most special ones? Then they won’t get hurt and you can still play with them whenever you want.”
That would make my hoard look very pretty.
As I brought my bowl over, Daddy had even more good ideas. “Then we’ll sort out the rest and decide which ones you want to display by themselves, like the big trucks maybe, and which ones, like the Ponies, should go in a box together.”
“Neat and tidy, Daddy.” Carefully holding my spoon so I didn’t make a mess, I nodded. “Hoards should be neat and tidy, not big junkyards or sparklies everywhere.”
I was going to have the best hoard ever…pretty and organized and the special ones looking fancy…and I’d be able to find all of my toys.
“Yes, we’ll make it neat and tidy.” Daddy gave me a silly frown as he scooped up another bite. “And I think you might have more toys hidden away somewhere…did you run out of room in your hoard?”
Oops.
“Just a little, Daddy.” Just under the bed and the couch and in the closet that was supposed to hold sheets and stuff.
Who needed that many sheets?
Daddy groaned, making me giggle. “Yes, you’re going to need some organization.”
Rolling his eyes, Daddy sighed and took another big bite of his dessert. “Just to let you know, I’m easily bribed by good desserts, so remember that when you’ve pulled even more toys out from wherever they’re all hiding.”
“I’m going to like bribing you, Daddy.” And he was so nice to make sure I knew how to do it.
“I think we’re both going to like it.” Daddy was silly and made me laugh again. “Silly dragon.”
“Not a goose.” I laughed and laughed. “Then I might get eaten. Chomp chomp.”
Daddy scrunched up his face and shivered. “No getting chomped.”
Then it was a good thing I wasn’t a shifter from Lorne’s books because some of them were rabbits and silly things that would get chomped fast.
“No getting chomped, Daddy.” Holding my arms out, I made muscles. “I’m a big dragon.”
I just wasn’t a very grown-up one, but that was fine because Daddy didn’t need me to be boring. He was going to like that I was a cute, silly dragon.
“I’m very glad.” Daddy smiled, giving me another I have the cutest dragon look. “Then I don’t have to worry.”
No worries for Daddy.
“I’m very safe, Daddy.” I wasn’t naughty and didn’t fly where regular humans could see me and I didn’t get lost when I was flying and I ’membered to eat lots when I was my big dragon self. “I’m a good boy and a good dragon.”
“That makes me feel much better.” Daddy stretched his foot out and poked mine, making me giggle. “Because I’m going to like rewarding a very good boy who’s safe and makes good decisions.”
Yay, I liked rewards.
“Very good, Daddy. Yes.” Finishing my dessert, I tried to look very sweet. “What kind of rewards do good boys get?”
He laughed. “No trying to manipulate Daddy by looking even cuter. That’s cheating.”
“Nooo, I’m Daddy’s good boy.” And good boys would never do that and get caught. “Cute and happy and cuddly and playie and funny and snuggly…lots of good boy things.”