Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Milk in a glass. What is he thinking?” Daddy kept being silly and pouting as he turned on the water. “That’s like having a bath without bubbles.”
Oh, bubbles?
“I like bubbles.” I gave him my good boy smile. “You’re a good Daddy, so you got bubbles.”
Ha.
No question, so he had to stop his silly pouts.
“That’s right because I’m a good Daddy.” He forgot he wasn’t saying the Daddy word. He was proud of himself. “I’m glad you know that.”
He had to be silly again and get the grumbles about milk and cups but he liked being silly. He stopped and got distracted when my bubbles started getting bigger, though. “Tub time. You’re going to freeze.”
Sticky made me cold.
“When I’m all clean I get more surprises?” Daddy took my hands and helped me in the tub. “Do you like bathtub toys?”
Daddy chuckled. “Yes, but we need to pick some out. I didn’t think about bathtub toys yet.”
“You’re smart.” That was okay. “You got other stuff for me.”
Like surprises.
“That smile looks adorably greedy.” Daddy kissed my nose when I sat down careful. “Were you thinking about your surprises?”
“Yes.” Good boys didn’t lie. “I like presents and surprises.”
Terrence said that was okay and all the littles online did too…Daddy knew that was okay too because he laughed. “I’m glad.”
Sitting down beside the tub, Daddy scooped up some of the bubbles and put them on my head. “We need to make a list. Several probably. We need a to-do list and a stuff-to-buy list.”
“Toys.” For playing and for the bathtub. “And my tree. You said we’d do my tree.”
I didn’t have to fix the problem.
Daddy fixed the problem.
That was a Daddy job.
“That’s right.” Pushing off my bubble hat, Daddy smiled because he liked being silly. “We need to pick out snacks and dinners for Trippy, and we need to figure out what toys to have here and what toys to have at your house.”
Lots.
Did Terrence know he got toys at both houses?
“I like toys.” I liked bubbles too, so I scooped up the bubbles like I was going to give Daddy a hat and he laughed and crawled away like a crab. “Ha. I’ll get you.”
Once I was all clean and my bubbles were gone.
“Daddy stays dry outside the tub.” He was being silly but wet clothes were more yucky than just kind of sticky clothes.
“Do Daddies get in the tub?” I looked around. “Would you fit?”
He could play too.
I’d share.
Daddy looked at me and the bubbles and the tub. “Maybe? But we could not get me and toys in the tub.”
Oh.
Bubbles needed toys.
Littles needed bubbles.
“We can share when I’m big.” If boys and girls did that then boys and boys could do it. Everyone knew that. “I’ll share and be romantic.”
I could do that for Daddy so he’d feel ’portant.
I was so nice Daddy smiled. “Thank you for sharing.”
“Welcome.” I was such a good boy, I was going to get lots and lots of rewards. “I’m nice.”
Daddy made a silly sound like he was trying not to laugh. “I bet nice boys get lots of rewards.”
Ha.
“Maybe?” I shrugged and looked very sweet. “But Daddies are important and you like cuddling me. So you’ll like cuddling me when we’re wet.”
Hmm.
Daddy was scrunching up his lips like he was trying not to smile.
Daddy was thinking happy thoughts ’cause he was naughty, so I played a trick on him and gave him a Daddy kind of frown. “Oh, no. You’re thinking naughty thoughts. That’s not good. I’m Daddy’s sweet boy.”
Nodding, Daddy coughed and coughed as he played pretend. When he could breathe and not be silly, he nodded. “I’m very sorry. Daddies just think naughty thoughts sometimes. I know you’re my sweet boy.”
Ha.
Now Daddy was going to think lots of naughty things about me.
“I am.” I was sneaky too. “So no wet happies or wiggles and no rubbing my bottom on your lap. That’d be naughty and I’m sweet.”
Sweet and sneaky.
Ha.
I was naughty too, but I gave Daddy my sweet smile. “I’m your good boy.”
Daddy started coughing again.
He needed to learn to play pretend better.
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“I get my surprise now, Daddy.” Yes, I’d been soo good I should get lots of fun stuff. “I’m clean and not sticky.”
Hmm.
“Is it your turn to get sticky?” Daddy said that some Daddies played naked games with their littles and some didn’t.
Did he forget?
Leaning closer, I kissed his cheek and didn’t even fall off the bed. “Daddies are important.”
They worried, too, because Daddy thought I was going to fall, but I wasn’t. He was still nice and held me tight, though. “If you break your neck, I will get in a lot of trouble.”
Yep.
“My mother says she brought me into this world, so she’s the only one who can take me out of it.” I shrugged as Daddy chuckled. “Even accidents. She said so.”