Page 32 of Santa’s Little Faker
“You’re lucky, though, littles are cuter than pups.” Daddy Bastian put my box on the bed. “Which is why I have fun stuff for a cute boy.”
Me.
I was Daddy Bastian’s cute boy.
“Ohhh…” Lots of stuff. “Look….”
Binkies and blankies and bottles and lots of stuff.
Daddy Bastian smiled but shrugged like he felt silly. “I couldn’t resist some of the stuff.”
’Cause it was for me.
“Cars.” Daddy Bastian bought car diapers and special jammies and even a blue binkie. “Mine.”
He laughed and nodded as he sat down beside me. “Yes, they’re yours but you have to tell me if there’s something you don’t want to try.”
“Colors.” I ’membered. “Green.”
Mine.
Daddy Bastian picked up the bottle and showed me. “Should we try a bottle of milk and cuddle in my big chair in the living room?”
He had a Daddy chair.
He didn’t pretend good.
I pretended better.
“Yes. Green.” Ha. I told him my color. “Mine.”
Picking out the binkie, I held it up. “Big.”
“Yes, the regular ones are too small.” He scrunched his face up. “Have you tried those? It’s frustrating.”
“You?” I held up my binkie next to Daddy Bastian’s face. “Try?”
He laughed. “Not that one, but I tried one a while ago. I wanted to understand what a little would be feeling.”
His little.
Ha. Ha.
“Practice.” Daddy Bastian liked being right. “Good boy.”
I patted his head and laughed when he rolled his eyes. “Silly boy.”
Yes.
Funny boy, too.
Daddy Bastian looked back in the box and put his thinky face on. “Is there anything you don’t want to try?”
“No.” Hmm. “More toys.”
Daddy Bastian gave me a silly face. “Yes, I haven’t forgotten the lack of toys, but I’m trying to be a good helper.”
Good Daddy.
