Page 33 of Santa’s Little Faker
Ha.
He was going to forget his game and say the Daddy word.
“Diapers?” Daddy Bastian liked to worry. “Green.”
He liked the diapers.
Sneaky peek.
Look at his boy.
Sneaky peek.
Look serious.
Sneaky peek.
Still worried.
“Okay, but what do you do if you have questions?” Daddy Bastian looked too thinky.
So I got him.
Ha.
I was fast.
“Ompf.” Daddy Bastian tried to look frowny again but he wanted to laugh. “You got me.”
Mine.
“Fast.” Faster. Faster. “Stuck.”
I made Daddy Bastian stuck.
“You’re just going to camp up there and sit on me, huh?” Daddy Bastian tried to look frowny again but he was stuck and giggly. “Just gonna pin me to the bed?”
Yes.
Daddy Bastian was fast too.
Oops.
“Now who’s pinned to the bed?” Daddy Bastian was the bad guy and had me stuck. “Who’s fast now?”
Daddy Bastian.
But I laughed and laughed.
“I’m supposed to be scary.” He scrunched up his face and pouted. “No giggling at the scary man.”
Scary Daddy.
“Bottle?” Big eyes. Look cute. Hmm. Cheek kiss. “Please?”
Ha.
Daddy Bastian sat up. “Sure. Let’s—”
