Page 233 of Papa's Bébé
Then he sat next to her and grabbed a croissant. “What would you like on your croissant?”
“Oh, I can make it,” she told him, trying to reach for it. He lightly smacked her hand away.
“Papa will get it.”
A small bark had him glancing down to find Dougie staring up at them with his strange eyes.
“No, Dougie,” he told him. “You’ve had your breakfast.”
The dog gave him a sad look and he sighed.
Maya giggled. “Dougie likes his food.”
“That much is obvious.”
“Hey! Rude. Oops, here comes Big B. She definitely likes her food.”
He shook his head. “They’ve had their breakfast. You need to eat. What do you want?”
“Um, grape jelly and cream cheese! Yum, yum, yum.”
Already she was slipping into Little headspace. He wondered if she realized it.
He made her croissant and poured her some coffee, making it how she liked it.
She picked up the croissant and ate it enthusiastically as Big B and Dougie gave up and wandered away.
“Aren’t you eating?” she asked.
“Aren’t you eating,Papa?” he said. “I’m Papa in Little headspace.”
“Aren’t you eating,Papa?” she repeated.
Sassy. He had to hide his smile.
“I already had my breakfast.” But he drank some coffee as she ate.
“That was so good.”
“Another one.”
“No thanks,” she said, wiping her fingers on a napkin.
“No thanks,Papa.”
“No thanks,Papa,” she repeated his words, smiling up at him.
He grabbed a napkin and wiped her face clean. She had jelly all around her mouth.
“What are we going to do now?” she asked.
“I thought we could take everyone for a walk. And then come back to play for a while before we head into town to get the packages.”
“Okie-dokie!”
Goofy, but adorable.
“What doyou think of this stone, Papa?” she asked, rushing over to him with another stone she’d picked up. “Who do you think it looks like?”
