Page 23 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“Come on, silly boy, let’s get inside.”

Through the laundry room and into the kitchen we went. His gifts were impossible to miss and given the excitement on his face, he didn’t.

“Let’s drop off your bag and I’ll give you the twenty second tour.” Trevor followed behind me, Bumble tightly clutched to his chest. I sat his bag at the foot of the bed. “This is my room, and over here is the bathroom.”

“Oh, that’s a big tubby-tubby. Can we have tubby time, Daddy?”

“Tubby time is one of my favorite things. I believe I even have some new tubby toys for you.” I was glad I’d invested the money I had in the remodel when I bought the house and went for the comfortable tub for two. “Across the hall is the spare bedroom and a home office with another bathroom between them.”

“Your house is nice, Daddy.”

“Thank you, sweet boy. How about a juice box?”

“Yes, please and thank you.”

The silly boy skipped down the hall behind me and into the kitchen.

“Why don’t you open your prezzies and I’ll bring your drink to you.”

He’d already paused in front of the table, eyes glued to the giant bag.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Evidently, nothing more than that direction. No sooner had I said them then a tornadic whirlwind of crepe paper flew through the air.

Trevor was gonna be a fun boy for sure.

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I couldn’t believe daddy got me prezzies let alone a bazillion of them. My body buzzed like a bee with all the excitement. And he said he was gonna keep me which was better than all the prezzies in the world!

“A bumble bee head band. Look Daddy, the wings spin like a windmill.” I spun them a few times and slid them on. “Now I’ve got antennae, too.”

But there was more.

“Two different farm animal coloring books and coloring pencils?”

“They were the only ones I could find with bees in them and they came with stickers.”

Oh my gosh, Daddy dug through the coloring books at the store to find the right one for me. My heart was doing silly swoopy things, now.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, keep digging.”

I felt bad, Daddy ran around cleaning up the scrunchy paper mess while I got to open gifts. But he was smiling so it must not be all that bad. I’d make it up to him later though.

“A miniature Bumble!”

“That’s a new friend for Bumble.”

“You thought of Bumble, too?” Tears welled in my eyes, like always. Why did I always have to cry? Stupid tears. “Best. Daddy. EVER!”

“Silly boy, Bumble is family, too, and it’s my job to make both of you happy. Now, I believe there are two more presents buried in that giant bag.”

How much did this bag hold? It was so tall that I had to move it to the floor to get what was in the bottom.

“Squee!” I squealed so loud Daddy jumped. “Sorry, Daddy, but I’ve looked all over for bumble bee pjs and never found them in my size.”

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