Page 24 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“Well, I guess it was lucky I knew a super-secret place that had them.” He put a thinky finger over his lips. “I take it by the jolt my ears just got that you like them?”

“Like them? I love, love, love them! Can I wear them now?”

Daddy laughed. “How about you try them on, then if daddy guessed your size right we can take the tags off and wash them so you can wear them after your tubby tonight?”

Ohhh, I’d forgotten about tubby time.

“’K Daddy.” I grabbed them and headed for the bathroom.

“I believe there is one more gift. Daddy may’ve gotten a bit wild shopping this week.”

More?

“They’ll be nothing left for Christmas.”Please keep me that long. Please, please, please.

“Already have a few things earmarked for that holiday.”

Yay!

I reached into the bag, removed all the rest of the paper so nothing else could hide, and there it was. Something I never knew existed yet had to have. “A color your own sippy cup! Daddy, you’re the bestest!” I threw myself at him and he groaned when I knocked the wind out of him. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Never apologize for hugging me, and now I know to watch for an incoming boy. Go try your jammies on while Daddy fixes lunch.”

Up on tippy toes I went to give him a kiss. “Thank you for everything, Daddy.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Sure enough, the pj’s fit perfectly.

“Daddy, I think you have magic in you.”

“How is that, dear boy?”

“These new pj’s fit like they were made for me.”

He took them and gave me a kiss. “Maybe they were and maybe I am.”

All my new goodies were neatly stacked on the table. I really wanted use my new sippy cup, but I couldn’t wrangle the packaging apart. “Stupid plastic clamshells.” I gave it a good yank. “Ouchie! Ouchie! Ouchie! Blood Daddy. Oh no.”

“Trevvvv….”

Was the last thing I heard before down I went.

Forgot to tell Daddy that me and blood didn’t get along so well.

“Trevor, Trevor,” Daddy’s sad voice came through the brain fog. “Please be okay.”

“Da-daddy?” I was wrapped up tight in his arms, lying across his lap on the couch.

“Thank heaven. Dear boy, you scared theyou know whatout of me.”

“Sorry, Daddy. I forgot to tell you I don’t do so well with blood.” I glanced at my finger which now had a cartoon bandage on it. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Again--” He kissed the tip of my nose. “You never have to thank me for taking care of you. Are you ready to eat or do you want to wait a bit?”

“I want to eat but I wanted to use my sippy cup.”

“That’s okay but Daddy will open it. Deal?”

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