“Ooohhh, but we can still use the ‘coozie, right?”
“Yes, my love,” Daddy was doing a whole lot of laughing at his boy today, “we can use the jacuzzi year-round. Maybe tonight after we free your body of paint splatters, we can take a soak.”
I glanced down at my shirt, or what there was left to see of it. “Oopsie.”
“And that is exactly why Daddy gave you an old T-shirt and shorts of his to wear today. Let’s get two walls done before we break for lunch. Okay, Bunny?”
“’Kay, Daddy.” I got back to rolie, poley…. “Daddy, can we watch Rolie Polie Olie later?”
Daddy got his thinky face on. “If we can find it. That’s an older cartoon and it might take a bit of searching to find. But I’ll do my best, sweetheart.”
Daddy would find it. He’s a magic man.
“Daddy, daddy, the magic man. Finding cartoons as fast as he can,” I sang as I rolled. Once I reached as high as I could go, I stopped. “Daddy, do you want me to get the ladder and finish the tippy top spots?”
“No, my love. I do not want your silly little behind dancing around on a ladder. Daddy will take care of that but thank you for being a big boy and asking first.”
“I’m Daddy’s good boy.”
“Yes, you are and I’m very thankful for that. Why don’t you wash your hands and bring your coloring books in here while Daddy finishes.”
“Another good Daddy idea.” I put my roller in the tin thingy for Daddy and skipped across the hall to the bathroom. Pooh, I hadn’t noticed my shirt had wet paint and it got all over the countertop while I washed up. Guess I better clean that up too. What a messy, messy boy I was today. Good thing Daddy already loved me. No take backsies.
Daddy had bought me a carrying case just for my coloring stuff that folded out into a desk for me to use to color on. It had a handle and special areas for the coloring books, crayons, and my colored pencils. Sometimes I like to use those instead of crayons. If I pushed too hard, they broke, then I got a bad case of the sads and felt sorry for ruining them.
I sat over by one of the walls we weren’t painting until after lunch and started making Daddy a new picture for the fridge. All the shiny silver was almost covered, but he just put the new ones over the old, so they all got to stay up there.
One picture led to another, then I found a cute little bunny holding a big bunny’s hand, so I had to color it ‘cause it was just like Daddy and me. I was just finishing up when Daddy sat down beside me.
“Such pretty pictures, Bunny. Time for a break, lunch is ready.” I blinked up at him. When did he make lunch? “Here’s your plate.”
“Thank you, Daddy. We’re having a picnic in my playroom. Yay! Can we do it again sometime?”
“Absolutely, Bunny.”
We munched on sammies and tiny pickles and nummy chips. It was a perfect tiny food lunch day which made it even more fun. “Thank you for cutting my sammie into tiny triangles, Daddy.”
“You,” Daddy kissed my forehead, “are,” then my nose, “welcome.” Then came a big peanut butter and jelly kiss right on the mouth.
“Daddy, you did that on purpose,” I giggled and licked the jelly from my lips.
“Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t. Ready to tackle the blue walls, Bunny?”
“Yes,” I shimmied my booty. “The baby blue walls will go sooo pretty with the lellow ones. Like the sun and the sky all in one room.”
“Indeed, they will, sweet boy. Let Daddy get our picnic cleaned up then we’ll get back to work.”
I put away my coloring desk while Daddy did his thing. Then we got back to work and rolled until our arms hurt. How Daddy did this for a living I’ll never know. But this time, he was doing itfor me, which is what pushed me to keep going even though my feet hurt and I was super seepy.
“Daddy,” even to my own ears I sounded whiney. “Are we almost done?”
“Yes, sweet boy. Daddy just needs to finish this section of edging.”
Buuuttt…I got bored. And there was paint just sitting there. And a roller and brushes and paper on the floor.
Every littles ideal canvas.
Or at least it was for this one.
