“She’s naughty.” But no girls for me, so no worries for me. “Not my naughty.”
“No.” Daddy tried to look serious but he wanted to laugh. “You’re my naughty evidently.”
Yep.
But I shrugged and gave Daddy my cute smile. “Brownies?”
Daddy huffed and folded his arms again. “You were supposed to be big to get another brownie. You were going to be big and talk to your crazy friend. That was the deal.”
“Oh…” Sad face for Daddy. “But my brownie.”
Ha.
He sighed.
“I need to know what the plan is and that means I have to talk to grown-up Teddy who can tell me his limits.”
Oops.
“Green.” Yes, I was green. I was Daddy’s good boy. I was a brownie-hungry boy. “Yes. Green. Brownie?”
Daddy groaned and scrubbed his face like he was getting it all clean. “This isn’t working. Come here.”
Oh dear.
Yes, oh dear moment.
Daddy took my hand and Daddy tugged that time.
“Couch time.” Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. “The couch because I shouldn’t have been in your bedroom without a limits discussion first.”
All cranky Daddies like rules?
Justmycranky Daddy liked rules?
“Sit with me as long as you’re green.” Daddy sat down but gave me his look. “What color are you?”
“Hmmm…suspicious green.” A maybe yucky color…maybe not.
Daddy snorted. “That’s green enough for me.”
Tug.
Tug.
Sit.
Cuddle.
“Better.” Daddy made his big breath sound and glared at me…again. “This would be easier if we had the conversation when you were a grown-up?”
“No.” Not gonna. Nope. “Fine.”
Naughty Daddy rolled his eyes. “You’re not fine. You’re stubborn and…and probably worried I’m going to be…something.”
Daddy was definitely something.
Cranky something most of the time.
