“I’m going to be a good Daddy and not finish that sentence.” Daddy Levi huffed. “I’m a good Daddy. You’ll see. We’re going to watch a movie and color, and later, I’ll make you nuggets.”
Hmm.
“I got soup.” I shrugged when Daddy Levi groaned. “My friend gave me soup. Nobody eats the soup.”
“Ugh. You know someone at that godforsaken restaurant.” Daddy Levi looked kind of green as he dug out his phone. “Grocery delivery for the win. No more soup.”
He ate all the soup.
Okay, maybe Daddy Levi learned his lesson.
“Alright, do you need help picking out a movie?” Daddy Levi started pushing the buttons and mumbling about delivery stuff. “Do you need Daddy help?”
“Hmm…no.” I stopped us in the living room. “Here.”
I was helpful again.
“Fuck.” Daddy Levi crashed into the couth and glared at me. “You need…supervision.”
Ha.
Daddy Levi was going to say spankings.
“I’m helpful.”
Shaking his head, he looked at his phone again. “I’m not sure you know the meaning of that word.”
Big smiles for Daddy Levi…’cause that made him crazy.
Ha.
“I’m assuming your help means you can pick out the movie?” Daddy Levi got a happy face when I nodded. “Good. Because I don’t know what you’d want to watch.”
And he found his frowny face again.
“All I know is that you like nuggets and coloring.” He tried not to laugh but I could see his silly peeking out. “And that you like soup.”
Ha.
Daddy Levi was funny.
“No more soup.” All done. “Mac-n-cheese?”
Daddy Levi groaned.
“Are you part of that club too?” Daddy Levi looked tired.
Oh.
“No.” Not really. “I go. I look. I leave. I’m all done.”
His face scrunched up. “So you went to one of the meetings and then didn’t go back? Why?”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
