Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Toys and jammies.” Daddy was going to help. “What else?”
We had to do big shopping for here and for there if we were going back and forth.
“Earth books?” Hmm. “The bedtime story ones. Lots of books have bedtime stories in them.”
Daddy looked sneaky as he put my shirt on.
“You’ve got the naughty smile look this time, Daddy.” I narrowed my eyes and gave him the Daddy being skeptical look I’d seen him give me. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” Daddy’s word said nothing but his smile said something. Happy somethings this time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yep, he was being sneaky.
But the rules said I had to pretend not to see it.
“Okay.” I could be sneaky too, so I kissed his cheek. “Best Daddy ever.”
Ha.
Now he had the Daddy look that time. “Thank you.”
Ha.
He knew I was being sneaky but he had to pretend not to see it too.
Daddy tried to hide that he thought I was sneaky as he picked up my jammie bottoms off the bed, but I was a better sneaky faker. “Let’s finish getting you ready so you can tell me a story.”
Was he being silly or did he forget?
“You’re wearing clothes, Daddy. Outside clothes.” He needed jammie clothes. “I’m a good helper. Don’t worry.”
I’d been doing Pooh stuff when I’d been getting all clean with bubbles.
Think.
Think.
Think.
Daddy looked at himself as he got down low to help me. “You’re right. I hadn’t thought of that. What should I wear?”
“Sleepovers mean Daddy jammies but I don’t have those. I got Daddy-size pants, though. They’re soft.” They were almost like the big boy pajamas that Daddies wore. “I’ll help you.”
Daddy helped me.
I helped Daddy.
We were both good helpers because that’s what mates did.
“Thank you.” Daddy stood up and got my pants in place. “All set.”
“Ta-da.” I stepped back and showed him how I looked because I was supposed to. That was the rule. “See?”
“You look wonderful.” Daddy kissed my forehead as I finished my circle. “Are all pajamas here like this?”
Like what?
I looked down.
Hmm.
“Like they stick to you?” When I looked up, Daddy nodded and made the yes sound. “Yep. Little kids. Big kids. Grown-ups.”
Daddy sighed.
Silly Daddy.
“I got pants for you, Daddy. No jammies.” Hmm. “I read a book about a boy that didn’t like being stuck in his clothes. Do jammie pants make you feel stuck?”
Oh, he scrunched his face up. “I can deal with it if I have to.”
Why would he have to?
“You don’t have to.” Cheek kiss time. “Some book Daddies sleep naked. Do you do that?”
I was so smart.
Daddy was pretending to look innocent as he shrugged. “Sometimes. But I have pajamas in my room I can bring over for our next sleepover.”
Oh, I’d read this in a book.
I was so smart.
“I read a book about a Daddy who had to buy jammies for his sleepover with his boy.” He’d been silly too. “He never wore jammies but he was worried about his boy seeing his penis.”
I didn’t reach for Daddy’s pants because I had good manners but I looked at them. “I’m not scared of your penis. I’m sure it’s pretty too.”
He groaned but I didn’t giggle.
Nope.
I was being his good helper and his big boy.
“Okay, so clearly I don’t need to worry about what I’m sleeping in.” Daddy got grumbly but that was because he’d been worried.
Worries were okay because they meant I was special.
He’d be work Daddy if I wasn’t special.
But I was.
So he needed more cheek kisses.
Now I knew why all the books said everyone gave so many kisses.
“Nope.” I used the best words. “You’re Daddy.”
And my mate…and his squirmies said he knew that too.
Silly Daddy.
“I’m going to take my own advice here.” Daddy stood taller and looked serious. “I usually sleep naked if I’m at home. I sleep in pajamas on work trips because sometimes those go very badly and hotels catch fire and governments go through random military takeovers at awkward times.”
Daddy was so cute and he was going to have lots of stories.
“We got the spell on the door so no one can come in unless it an emergency.” Oh, I could see Daddy thinking. “Even the naughty professor wouldn’t break the privacy spell. He’d get in trouble.”
Daddy sighed.
We were saved.
No more worries.
“Then I’ll sleep naked but we can put the pants you have for me at the bottom of the bed just in case.” Daddy looked around the room, still being serious. “But you probably have spells that will keep the building safe from fires and things like that.”
Daddy was going to have lots of scary stories.
“Yes. No fires and stuff like water and dinosaurs can’t get in either.” We were big safe. “What else? Oh. If we stop breathing or do something like die then the safety spells make noise. Lots of noise.”
Daddy laughed. “Do something like die, huh? That’s good to know too.”