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Up. Up. Up.

“And yes. You have a fun surprise.” Daddy made me stuck in the towel and took me into the big bedroom. “I got you cute sweet jammies and cute naughty jammies. Which ones should we pick?”

Oh.

Wiggle.

Wiggle.

Wiggle.

“Naughty!” Yes, Daddy liked his naughty boy because he laughed.

“I thought you’d say that.” Daddy kissed my head. “We’ll leave the sweet ones for sleepovers. I’ve heard they are a good way for a little to have fun with his friends.”

Oh.

Party.

Kisses and kisses. “Yes, Daddy. Good boy.”

He made another silly sound and dropped me on the bed. “Boom like a sack of potatoes, like my grandfather would’ve said. And am I a good boy for suggesting the sleepover or are you a good boy and deserve one?”

Daddy laughed when I giggled. “What was I thinking? Both, clearly.”

“Party.” Nodding, I wiggled again and tried to escape but the towel stucked me. “Help. Stuck.”

Daddy snorted again. “No. I think that’s the best place for you. I need to get your jammies. But if you wiggle too much, you’ll fall.”

Daddy gave me his Daddy look. “Will I be a happy Daddy if you fall?”

“No.” Sad Daddy. Mad Daddy. Make the bed short Daddy. “Good boy.”

Yes. I liked the big bed.

Still stuck.

“No wiggles.” Little squirms. Little twitch. “Stuck, Daddy.”

“Like a sausage.” Daddy thought he was funny and giggled as he walked over to the dresser. “I like it.”

Naughty Daddy.

Giggling, I wiggled tiny and pouted. “Oh no. Stuck. Save me.”

Daddy looked like the bad guy in the scary ’toons and had a scary smile. “No one will ever save you. You’re mine.”

Yay.

“Naughty man.” Yay, stuck, stuck, stuck. “No naughties. No get me.”

Daddy grabbed my new jammies and frowned scary and naughty. “No one can hear you in my lair.”

Yay for bad guys.

“Oh no.” Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. “I ’caping.”

“You’ll never escape.” Daddy walked over slowly like a naughty villain and then trapped me on the bed. “I’ll keep you locked up. You’ll never get away.”

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