Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Penis time.
“Found it.” He’d been hiding under clothes.
Daddy laughed and groaned. “It wasn’t lost. He was just being good.”
Oh no. Penises should always be naughty.
“Good boy.” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Bubble time, good boy.”
Daddy huffed and puffed and got his frowny face. “I don’t know what to call him but it’s not a good boy.”
He was so silly.
“Not a girl.” I shrugged. Hmm. I was smart. I knew words. “Good penis?”
No.
Daddy groaned and slouched and pouted at the bubbles. “Okay, good boy it is.”
“Hmm…” Think. Think. Think. Ha. Naughty little bear. “Um, noble member?”
Ha. I was smart.
Words.
Words.
Words.
Words were fun.
“Wholesome willy?”
Hmm.
Rhymes.
Rhymes.
Rhymes.
“Worthy willy?” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Yes, worthy willy. Hi, willy.”
“No.” Daddy choked and coughed and choked and coughed. And oops. Daddy almost went down. No falling. Careful by the tub or we got bumps. “Not that.”
He was so silly.
“Happy penis?”
Daddy had the giggles.
“You’re a menace.” Daddy tried to frown but his giggles kept escaping. “Fine. He’s a good boy. Are you happy?”
