Haha.
“I got happy penis.” Ha. I was so funny he coughed again.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Pat the back.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Pat the back.
“You okay, Daddy?” Wide eyes. Worried face. “Is your penis happy?”
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
“Brat.” Daddy’s mouth frowned but Daddy’s eyes laughed. “Bubble time.”
I was so funny.
“Bubbles.” Kiss. Kiss. “Sharing is caring.”
Ha.
Daddy laughed again.
“You are in an interesting mood.” Daddy’s mouth was smiling again and he took my hand. “Not worried any longer?”
“Nope.” I was cookies and bubbles and happies…but no worries. “All done being big.”
Being big had worries but being little had bubbles.
And Oreos.
And Daddy.
Daddy kissed my head and we got in careful-careful. Sit slow. Bubbles go up, up, up. “You did very good at being big today, so I think this was a great idea.”
“I was lots big, Daddy.” Lots big meant lots cookies. “I was packing big and car big and family big.”
Ugh.
So, big.
“Well, next time we do the drive, how about we figure out a way to have little time too?” Daddy got thinky as he pushed around the bubbles and turned off the water. “Maybe we bring some toys in the car or we listen to special songs?”
Oh.
