Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Yes.
And he’d been so patient I had to reward him by not being big and boring. The internet said that made Daddies happy. They really liked being the grown-up, so I could be playful and fun and not worry about being boring.
Daddy remembered our list and nodded. “That’s right. That’s our plan.”
He even took my hand again and led me to the Jeep, so I was right about him wanting to be the grown-up. “Alright, backpacks away and then it’s time to get you more to drink.”
Yep, it was his turn to be in charge since I’d worked lots and lots.
Ha, I got to say lots and lots and no one would frown at me and say, That’s not proper English.
“You are in a very good mood.” Daddy had a funny smile as he kissed my head.
“I’m funny, Daddy.” And I could tell him I was funny since I didn’t have to be boring. “I don’t tell people that, but you’re not people.”
“I’m not people because I’m Daddy.” He shrugged and sighed as he opened the back of his Jeep. “There are different rules for Daddies and other people.”
“The internet said that.” I was a good boy and turned in a circle so Daddy could take my backpack off. “It said that was supposed to be how it worked, so you knew you were special. It even said that a good Daddy wouldn’t tell me I was being ridiculous.”
Even if other grown-ups wouldn’t understand.
But that was why if I wanted to be boring around other people, I could.
“It had a list and your Daddy stuff was on there.” He was so smart for knowing all the how to be a good Daddy rules. “I’m glad you know all that stuff.”
Having an expert was very important.
Everybody knew that.
“Well, sometimes there will be stuff that we do just because it’s what we want.” Daddy gave me another kiss as I turned all the way around. “So you just have to let me know if we do something that you want to change or talk about.”
“The internet said that too.” It was amazing. “The naughty stuff online is right and not like the doctor website that says you always have cancer.”
How did I not know that?
“I think it’s a secret?” Maybe? “But I figured it out.”
Daddy laughed. “You’re very smart.”
“I am.” And not just about bugs and insects and spiders and— “Oh, I’m thirsty, Daddy.”
And he’d like picking something out for me.
“Yes, that’s next on our plan.” Daddy pretended to look frowny as he pulled the cooler closer. “But I bet you still don’t know what you want.”
“Hmm. That’s a Daddy job.” I was so funny he sighed and looked just as dramatic as the men in the diner and that made me want to laugh.
He huffed and pouted and shook his head as he looked at all the juice he’d brought me. “Just because the internet said so.”
He was so funny.
“It did.” So he was smart too…and trying not to laugh.
“Okay.” Frowning. Big sighs. Hmm, sparkly eyes again? Was it funny? “Orange juice first and then we’ll do lemonade if you’re still thirsty. But I think we’ll be home before you finish with the orange juice.”
Daddies were magic.
Did the internet know that?
I was going to have to look harder.
“How did you know that?” Had I told him? “Did you guess?”
Shrugging, Daddy pulled out my juice and even opened the top. “You were thinking very loudly.”
Did thoughts do that?
I kind of hoped not because I hadn’t been thinking very nice things about the men at the bakery.
“Just with Daddies, right?” I closed my eyes and thought of sitting on Daddy’s lap and getting tinglies again. “Did you hear me?”
“Stop thinking naughty things in the parking lot, cutie.” Daddy was frowning when I opened my eyes, but I could see he was thinking naughty things too. “That’s distracting.”
I was distracting.
“Daddies are amazing.” Yes, I wasn’t going to promise not to distract him. The men said I had to look cute and stupid to make it work, though. Hmm. Big eyes. No promises. “Thank you for my juice.”
It worked.
He rolled his eyes but didn’t make me promise. “I can’t believe you’ve already found bad influences.”
“Lorne did it.” Wow. That worked too.
“Good grief.” Daddy sighed. “That’s very believable, though.”
The men said it would be and they were right.
I didn’t think I should tell Daddy that, though, so I sipped my juice. “You got the good kind. It doesn’t have the yucky bits. Sometimes I have to drink the yucky kind because that’s what grown-ups do but the internet said that littles don’t have to do that.”
That was the best part about being little.
I got to be a picky eater and no one could tell me I was being ridiculous.
Daddy laughed and kissed my cheek. “You found out lots of wonderful information, but it’s time to head home, my cute little distraction.”