Page 28 of Magic and Mayhem

Scrambling off Daddy’s lap, I popped up fast and grabbed his hands. “Hurry. Hurry.”

Daddy laughed as I helped pull him up, tugging him harder and harder until I almost tipped over. But he was fast and saved me. “Too fast, little dragon.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Giving him a big cheek kiss, I took his hand. “Big scoops for Daddies who save the day.”

Knowing he was getting lots and lots of ice cream made Daddy smile. “Thank you, cutie.”

“Welcome.” Pulling him through the special door, I closed it careful careful and made it look just right. “See. It’s secret.”

“It’s amazing.” Daddy squeezed my hand. “Thank you for showing me your secret room for your hoard, little dragon.”

“Daddy’s special too.” Kissing Daddy’s cheek ’cause he was so smart, I tugged on his hand. “Special Daddy gets special treats.”

Big brownies.

Big ice cream.

Big cuddles.

“Aw, thank you.” Now it was Daddy’s turn to give me a cheek kiss. “You’re very special too.”

’Cause I was a special dragon that had a human in his hoard. That made me amazing. “We’re both special.”

And it was time for special peoples to have desserts.

Taking Daddy to the kitchen, I put him in his seat. “It’s my turn. You made snack and I make dessert.”

Yes, I had to take care of Daddy.

“Thank you for making me dessert, cutie.” Daddy was very patient as I was careful careful and got out the pieces one at a time. “Do you want me to help get the drinks or anything?”

Oh, hmm…

“Milk?” Pouring was hard sometimes. “Water?”

Daddy made a thinking sound. “I think water would be good.”

“I do it.” I could do water. “Water for Daddy and his dragon.”

Daddy smiled ’cause he knew his dragon was special. “Thank you.”

“Welcome, Daddy.” Waters and brownies and ice cream and oh, chocolate syrup. Had to make the best dessert for Daddy.

“Can I ask you about your toys or should I wait so I don’t distract you?” Daddy was still very patient and so nice. But I was a smart dragon and I could talk and make dessert too.

I could even talk and bake.

“I like my toys, Daddy.” I always liked talking about my toys.

“Because they’re wonderful.” Daddy chuckled as I picked the best bowls for our dessert. “I know you said you wanted help picking a color for the walls, and I think you also said you wanted help getting your toys organized. Is that right?”

Daddy was so smart. He ’membered.

“Yes, there’s lots and it’s very white, Daddy.” Very, very white.

“Well, how about we keep the shelves white and paint the wall behind them dark blue so your toys stand out like special art?” Daddy thought up the bestest color so fast I almost dropped my spoon.

“I love blue, Daddy.” Did I tell Daddy I was pretty blue? “Do you like blue, Daddy?”

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