Page 22 of Santa’s Little Faker
“Not that kind of happy, Trippy.” As I sighed dramatically, it got even more giggles from the naughty boy. “Regular happy or we’ll get kicked out of the restaurant.”
And possibly arrested.
His delight over my word choice said he wasn’t thinking about the practical side of that kind of happy. “You’re naughty.”
“Me?” I huffed and blustered as I pretended to frown at him. “I’m boring. You’re the naughty one giggling over happy talk.”
Little Trippy found that hilarious and laughed so hard he nearly fell over. “Happy talk.”
Was thinking of happy talk with me that ridiculous or was my drama that funny?
Nope…I wasn’t even going to go down that rabbit trail…the answers might be too frustrating.
Chapter 7
Orlando
“No.” Daddy Bastian couldn’t make me. “Again.”
Daddy Bastian rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Yes.” I showed him my book. “I got more pictures.”
Ha. More coloring meant more movie.
He stopped grumbling and sighed.
I knew that sound from Enzo.
“That’s…” Daddy Bastian took a deep breath and did a Daddy thinking face. “Do you have another car coloring book?”
He was being sneaky.
“No.” Daddies were very, very sneaky…but I was smart. “I need more.”
Yes.
Smart. Smart. Smart.
“When can we go buy more?” Yes, that was a Daddy job. “I like buying but I have to be big and that makes it sad.”
Daddy Bastian could be big…he didn’t want me sad.
“We can go buy more tomorrow, but that means we need to save some just in case.” He shrugged when I pouted. “Whathappens if you run out and we can’t get to the store? We need to save some of the pictures so you can color them in later too.”
I didn’t like saving.
I liked coloring.
I liked movie car people and coloring cars and real cars.
“Now?” Terrence would say to be nice to get what I wanted. Nice meant cuddles and looking cute, I knew that because he’d told his friend. “We can ride in the nice car. I’ll be very neat.”
Daddy Bastian liked his car, so we had to be careful. But I didn’t have to be careful now, so I wiggled over and sat beside him and gave him Terrence’sgimmie what I wantface.
“I won’t even bring a cracker or a sippy cup or dirt or anything.” I’d do a good job. “I like going and I like cars.”
Kind of.
