Page 111 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“We did,” Hazel’s Daddy agreed with a chuckle.
She shot him a glare and he raised his hands in surrender.
“I falled in the water,” she admitted after a minute.
“Oh nu,” I said. I shot her Daddy a glare too. That wasn’t funny at all.
“How did you fall down, baby?” he asked, chuckling again.
“A mean bug attacked me, and I fell backward and slid down on the rocks.”
I continued glaring at her Daddy. I still didn’t see anything funny.
“It was a grasshopper. It hopped on her shirt. But why did Daddy laugh?”
She sighed. “Cause when I fell in the edge of the water, I landed on my butt and my training panties soaked up lotsa water.”
A small giggle escaped me as I pictured Hazel walking home with a swollen booty.
“I hadda waddle like two miles.”
Daddy guffawed behind me and I joined in. “I’m sorry,” I said between giggles.
Hazel giggled too. “Daddy said we could take them offs and I could just wear my wet shorts home, but there was too many people on the trail and I was worried someone would see.”
Still giggling, I made a mental note to stay away from the water.
“Did you have fun, baby?” Daddy asked, giving me a bath later that evening. My scraped leg was resting on the lip of the tub. I studied the ouchie.
“Hiking damorrow?”
“We are going hiking tomorrow,” he confirmed.
“No, Tinsley go hiking tomorrow?”
He stopped bathing me and looked me in the eye. His handsome face wrinkled in concentration.
“Of course Tinsley’s going hiking. Daddy would never go without you.”
Giggling, I raised my soapy hands and cupped his face. “Am I okay to hike with my ouchie leg?”
He blinked, then laughed. “Sorry, baby. I was struggling to figure out what you were asking. Yes, your leg will be fine. I was talking to Dr. Dawson while you girls were sliding, and he agreed with my thoughts about just keeping it wrapped.”
“I glad. Really wanted to go.”
Daddy rubbed my wet back. “I promise we would go, even if Daddy had to carry you in a scuba suit.”
I smiled, knowing he was telling the truth. Daddy would do anything for me.
“I miss Uncle Tyler,” I admitted after a few minutes. I was worried about him.
“Me too, baby. Do you want to call him after your bath?”
“Yas-huh, Daddy.”
“Sounds like a plan, baby.”
Daddy finished washing me and lifted me out of the tub with a big fluffy towel. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed.
