“Not sneaky enough, huh?” When I shook my head, he gave me a hug. “Well, they’re right. You can have a bath anytime you want and it’s no one’s business.”
“I don’t gotta talk about stuff I don’t want to.” Can’t make me. “Come on.”
I had to show Daddy my toys.
Daddy laughed but I was fast and strong and made him go faster-faster. “I’m coming.”
“I’m sticky and I got toys.” I had to show Daddy. “Faster, Daddy.”
“Walking up the stairs, please.” Daddy made us go slower-slower but we were careful-careful. “That’s better, thank you.”
“I’m a good boy.” I’d made Daddy happy. “I talked about stuff and I cuddled with your penis.”
Daddy laughed. “Yes, you did. I liked how you talked to me and the cuddle part, too.”
We had fun.
Walking. Walking. Walking.
“My room, Daddy. My room.” No toys in the bathroom. “See?”
“Hey, that’s a shower bag. I had one like that when I was living in the dorms. That’s a good idea.” Daddy squeezed my hand and smiled big as he let me go. “What do you have?”
“Toys.” Daddy laughed. “See? They’re hiding.”
“Oh, you’ve got some boats and fish. Look at that pirate ship.” Daddy pointed to my scary boat. “Can I hold it?”
“Yes.” Share. Share. Share with Daddy. “Here.”
“Thank you.” Cheek kiss from Daddy. “Let’s go get you all clean.”
Clean. Clean. Then Daddy limits.
Gotta be a good boy and a good helper.
“Where is your bubble bath?” Daddy looked at my shelf. “Is your soap in the bathroom?”
“Yes.” I sighed. “Boring soap.”
Daddy made a thinking sound. “Would you like fun soap?”
“Maybe?” My turn for thinking. “Maybe.”
“Okay.” Head kisses from Daddy. “Cleanup time and soap talk later.”
He made me laugh. “Soap talk and limits talk and naughty talk.”
Daddy shrugged and took me to the bathroom. “Talks are important.”
“Gotta have lots of talks.” I showed Daddy our big bathroom. “Kinda big. Kinda small.”
Daddy nodded and looked round and round. “You’re right. It would be big if you weren’t sharing it with three other guys.”
Making a frowny, thinking face, Daddy sighed. “You’re all sharing this one bathroom up here, right? That little one downstairs is just a half-bath.”
“Yep.” I gave Daddy a big shrug. “Better than the dorm.”
“Yeah, at least here you have privacy and your own room.” Daddy made grumbly sounds. “My parents wanted me to stay in the dorms for the first two years for the experience and to learn what it’s like to have siblings.”
