“This isn’t something you can play pretend about.” Daddy thought he was right. Daddy was wrong. “You have to actually be big to talk to her.”
Nope.
Hmm.
“Masking.” I shrugged. “I’m a grown-up.”
Daddy frowned and got his confused face on. “That’s not what that word means.”
Yes.
“Ready time.” I took Daddy’s hand and tugged him faster and faster. “Be careful.”
“Why the fuck are these stairs so steep?” Daddy almost fell again. “Who designed this house?”
“I don’t know.” Ha. Big boy words. “I need a shirt, please.”
Daddy groaned. “I’m going to get arrested for turning you into a robot.”
Daddy was weird.
“Shirt.” I pointed to my dresser and raised my hand. “You have to pick it out.”
More big boy words.
I was so smart.
Daddy was so dramatic but he was smart too and gave me what I wanted.
“This is ridiculous and we should’ve talked about limits before I change your shirt.” Daddy liked rules and being a good boy. “Coloring is one thing but this is another.”
Aww.
Cute Daddy.
“Green.” Hmm, Daddy needed robot words. “I’m green, Levi.”
Daddy Levi.
Ha.
Daddy picked my new shirt out and frowned at me. “You called me Daddy Levi in your head, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Happy wiggles. “You’re Levi.”
“That sounds weird.” Daddy got a different frown as he took my shirt off. “If you were taller this wouldn’t work.”
Short Chipmunk.
Shirt on the Chipmunk.
“There.” Daddy let out a big breath. “Thank you for letting me know you were green.”
I was Daddy’s good boy.
I was going to tell him but then…Olivia.
“Teddy!”
