Page 24 of Santa’s Little Faker
No noodles?
“Littles like noodles. The internet said so.” Enzo wanted Terrence to like salads but he didn’t. “Is your little broke like cousin kids from Aunt Nina?”
Did regular noodles make their tummy hurt too?
“That’s a good question but no. I think they just like other kinds of noodles.” Daddy Bastian shrugged. “Chips and salsa are fun, and lots of other cultures have noodles too.”
Hmm.
“Okay.” But Daddy Bastian was mine. “I don’t share my Bastian.”
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
“That is correct.” Daddy Bastian gave a big work-serious nod. “Anyone we might play with will have their own Daddy and will just share toys, not people.”
“Yes, we just share toys, not people.” Daddy Bastian was mine. “I’ll share cookies.”
He wanted to giggle but he was still trying to be serious. “I’m glad you’ll share things like cookies. That’s very nice.”
“I’m nice.” I was smart too. “What are my options?”
Daddy Bastian blinked and then chuckled. “Definitely not the movie again.”
Kisses?
Cake?
“I’m a good picker. You can give me options.” As long as they were good options. Terrence wouldn’t pick a bad one unless he’d been naughty. “I’m a good boy, though. ’Member.”
“You are a more interesting little than I expected.” Daddy Bastian tried to look grumpy and serious but he had giggle eyes and he wanted to laugh. “You’re going to keep me on my toes.”
“Me?” I shook my head and made my face look very sweet…I’d seen Terrence practicing. “I’m a good boy.”
Daddy would believe me if I said it lots and lots.
“We’ll see about that.” He was trying to glare but he looked silly. “I’m not going to let you talk me into anything ridiculous.”
Yes…he would.
“Because you’re going to take good care of me.” Inching closer, I wanted to sit on his lap but I didn’t ’cause I wasn’t supposed to sit and wiggle yet. “Like watching movies and coloring with me and making me food. You’re a good helper person.”
He was a good Daddy but we weren’t supposed to use that word yet. Daddy Bastian was still pretending not to be a Daddy, so I had to play the silly game too.
Groaning, Daddy Bastian looked like he wanted to pout again but I knew that was a good sign so I was patient. “You do that entirely too well.”
Ha.
“Do what?” I was his sweet boy, so I didn’t have to tattle on myself. “What are we going to do?”
Having a Daddy around made everything better.
Food was better.
My movie was better.
