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)
“Roar.” I Daddy’s dragon. “I best dragon ever.”
“Because you make me cupcakes and cuddle me.” He nodded and kissed my nose. “And you’re going to take me flying and take good care of me.”
Yes, I was Daddy’s dragon and I took care of him.
“Are you going to cuddle me when we watch a movie?” Daddy helped my hands stay still when he got me up from the table.
No more stickies everywhere.
“You’re the best cuddler.” Daddy needed my cuddles, so I nodded. “That’s wonderful. And you’re the only dragon who gets to cuddle me.”
’Cause Daddy belonged to me.
“I’ll take care of you, Daddy.” Yes, that was my job. “Sticky?”
“Yes, you’re going to take good care of me once we fix our stickiness problem.” Daddy made a silly face when I wiggled my fingers at him. “You have an amazing capacity for stickiness.”
“Amazing dragon, Daddy.” Big big amazing.
“The most amazing dragon ever and we’re going to make you a very clean amazing dragon.” Daddy knew I was special ’cause he kept my hands and smiled and wanted to give me bubbles. “And we’re going to play in the tub and then we’ll find Kenzie the cutie something special to wear.”
Oh, jammies.
“I got jammies, Daddy.” Following Daddy carefully, I couldn’t wait to show him my jammies. “I got cupcake jammies and fish jammies and blue jammies and a dinosaur and footie jammies and lots of jammies, Daddy.”
Daddy laughed as he helped me go careful careful up the stairs. “Lots of jammies, huh? Do you have…do you have bear jammies?”
“Growly bear and teddy bear and silly bears and Care Bears, Daddy.” Lots and lots and lots of jammies.
Daddy made a silly groan as he took me into the big bathroom. “I think this is my cutie being very honest again. But where are the jammies?”
Giggling, I pinched my lips closed so I wouldn’t tell.
“Oh, you’ve got another hiding place, don’t you?” Daddy got his thinking face on and sighed as he led me over to the sink and washed my hands. “How many secret hoards do you have in the house, my little dragon?”
I roared but I didn’t tell the secrets.
I was the bestest dragon ever.
Daddy groaned as he dried my hands. “That many? Oh, Kenzie. Daddy is not good at hide and seek with treasures.”
Practice practice.
I’d help Daddy.
“Roar.” But I gave him a kiss to make sure he wasn’t scared of his dragon. “Dragon has to hide his treasures.”
And Daddy would have to find them.
He scrunched his face up. “This does not sound like an easy game.”
He was so smart.
“Let me think.” Daddy was so cute when he was using all his thinking. “Okay, Daddy’s thinking. You go potty while I turn on the water. You’re clean enough you shouldn’t get it too sticky. But don’t touch your ear, just your penis, cutie.”
Daddy’s brows were funny and he was frowning as he shook his head. “There are so many options. All the fucking woodwork in the house could move.”
Daddy said a naughty word.
Giggling, I bounced toward the potty and was a very good boy. I didn’t even touch my ears. “All done. No treasures in the potty, Daddy.”
“Thank you, cutie.” Daddy looked like he wanted to stick his tongue out but Daddies didn’t do that. “You’re a good helper.”
He was so funny.
“Good dragon.” Bouncing over, I wiggled my fingers again. “No stickies.”
Frowning bigger, Daddy looked at my fingers like they were little dragons and he had to study them. “Should we wash your hands again even though you’re getting in the tub?”
I shrugged.
That was a Daddy question, not a Kenzie the cutie question.
“Yes, just to make sure.” Daddy didn’t seem to know what he was making sure of, but he washed my hands again as the water and the bubbles in the tub got bigger and bigger. “All clean. Well, your hands at least. You have icing in your hair. How did I miss that? What were you doing at the table?”
Was that a Kenzie question?
“Never mind.” Daddy realized it was a Daddy question and steered me toward the tub. “We’re just going to get you clean and then we’ll find jammies. Somewhere.”
Giggling, I was a wonderful dragon and didn’t tell.
Daddy was smart and he’d find the special hoards.
“I don’t like the sound of that giggle, little dragon.” Daddy was trying to look serious, but he was so happy he was almost a dragon. “You’re very devious.”
’Cause the bestest dragons were naughty smart.
When I giggled again, Daddy sighed and took my shirt off. “I’m very intelligent. I’m going to find all your treasures, little dragon.”
“I got lots and lots and lots, Daddy.” His silly groan made me laugh and laugh.
“You’re trying to scare me, but it won’t work. I’m a policeman and I can do it.” Daddy was very confident, but I was a smart dragon.