Page 80 of Magic and Mayhem

Oh, Daddy was going to say yes.

“Well, we could have another cupcake, but I was thinking that my little dragon could have a bubble bath before we watchedPete’s Dragon.” Daddy shrugged and looked kind of frownie. “Does my little dragon like bubbles?”

“Roar.” I Daddy’s dragon. “I best dragon ever.”

“Because you make me cupcakes and cuddle me.” He nodded and kissed my nose. “And you’re going to take me flying and take good care of me.”

Yes, I was Daddy’s dragon and I took care of him.

“Are you going to cuddle me when we watch a movie?” Daddy helped my hands stay still when he got me up from the table.

No more stickies everywhere.

“You’re the best cuddler.” Daddy needed my cuddles, so I nodded. “That’s wonderful. And you’re the only dragon who gets to cuddle me.”

’Cause Daddy belonged to me.

“I’ll take care of you, Daddy.” Yes, that was my job. “Sticky?”

“Yes, you’re going to take good care of me once we fix our stickiness problem.” Daddy made a silly face when I wiggled my fingers at him. “You have an amazing capacity for stickiness.”

“Amazing dragon, Daddy.” Big big amazing.

“The most amazing dragon ever and we’re going to make you a very clean amazing dragon.” Daddy knew I was special ’cause he kept my hands and smiled and wanted to give me bubbles. “And we’re going to play in the tub and then we’ll find Kenzie the cutie something special to wear.”

Oh, jammies.

“I got jammies, Daddy.” Following Daddy carefully, I couldn’t wait to show him my jammies. “I got cupcake jammies and fish jammies and blue jammies and a dinosaur and footie jammies and lots of jammies, Daddy.”

Daddy laughed as he helped me go careful careful up the stairs. “Lots of jammies, huh? Do you have…do you have bear jammies?”

“Growly bear and teddy bear and silly bears and Care Bears, Daddy.” Lots and lots and lots of jammies.

Daddy made a silly groan as he took me into the big bathroom. “I think this is my cutie being very honest again. But where are the jammies?”

Giggling, I pinched my lips closed so I wouldn’t tell.

“Oh, you’ve got another hiding place, don’t you?” Daddy got his thinking face on and sighed as he led me over to the sink and washed my hands. “How many secret hoards do you have in the house, my little dragon?”

I roared but I didn’t tell the secrets.

I was the bestest dragon ever.

Daddy groaned as he dried my hands. “That many? Oh, Kenzie. Daddy is not good at hide and seek with treasures.”

Practice practice.

I’d help Daddy.

“Roar.” But I gave him a kiss to make sure he wasn’t scared of his dragon. “Dragon has to hide his treasures.”

And Daddy would have to find them.

He scrunched his face up. “This does not sound like an easy game.”

He was so smart.

“Let me think.” Daddy was so cute when he was using all his thinking. “Okay, Daddy’s thinking. You go potty while I turn on the water. You’re clean enough you shouldn’t get it too sticky. But don’t touch your ear, just your penis, cutie.”

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