“Good Daddy.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” I got back to my picture. It was important to use the right shades of red for the lobsters and blues for the water or it just wouldn’t make any sense.
“Dinner’s ready, Little Artist, time to put your toys away and wash your hands.” While Daddy fixed our plates, I tucked my new toys into my backpack with the others I brought with us and washed up.
“Yummy, Daddy. Sharky fish sticks and fries. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my love. Daddy bought all your favorites for our fun vacation.”
“Daddy loves his Little Artist.”
“More than words can say, sweetheart.”
“Good, ‘cause I love my Daddy too.”
“I know we got here kind of late today so how about tonight we relax in front of the fire and make s’mores. Daddy bought special sticks to cook the marshmallows on.” He always thought of everything.
“Yay! Samores!”
He chuckled. “S’mores and yes. What would you like to do first tomorrow?”
“Umm,” I thought hard and ran through the list of all the fun stuff I’d planned in my head. “Snow angels.”
“That sounds wonderful. Then we can visit the town afterwards and have lunch, maybe do a bit of shopping. Sound like a plan, Little One?”
I loved all the silly nicknames Daddy had for me. “The perfect plan, Daddy. You’re so smart.”
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
“That’s okay, ‘cause I do. You own your own business,” I held up a finger, “Oops, ketchup,” then sucked it off and started again. “You drive a big truck. You made Oscar a business partner. He was so happy about that, Daddy.”
“It was the right thing to do.”
“You can build anything you want. You take good care of your boy, and you planned the perfect ‘cation for us.” There, I said it all and that was a lot.
“You’re a silly boy but thank you, you humble your Daddy.”
Not sure what that meant but Daddy was smiling, so it must’ve been something good.
“Daddy, I bet you could build us a cabin, huh?” It would be so awesome to have our own place to escape the busy city from. “I could run and hop with the bunnies and feed the Bambis and play in the snow all the time if we had a cabin.”
“Sounds like you have this all planned out.”
“Uh-huh. Easy peasy.” At least it was to me, but I didn’t do the building stuff. Daddy pulled his phone out and started typing away. “You said no work this week, Daddy.”
“Your fault. Now you have Daddy thinking about buying land and building a cabin on it.”
Shoot, I guess that was my fault. “My bad,” but I wasn’t very sorry at all.
“Ha-ha, yes, your bad, but not in a bad way. Daddy just made a few notes to remind him to talk to Oscar about thisoncewe get back home.”
After we got the kitchen cleaned up, Daddy made a fire then pulled out the samores yummies from their hidey place. “Sneaky Daddy.” I peeked around him, trying to guess where he’d hid them so I could sneak some more later. Oops, sneaky boy but… samores were the best.
“I have to be with my little sugar gremlin running around,” Daddy winked. I was a wild boy who got a mad case of the zoomies when I had too much sugar for sure. The running around part was fun but the coming down from it, not so much.
“Come over here, Tae,” Daddy patted the cushion beside him. He’d taken the pillows from the couch and set them on the floor in front of the fire. “Be careful not to let it drip. Here,” Daddy handed me a pokey stick with a giant marshmallow on the end. “Hold it over the fire and keep turning it so it doesn’t catch fire.”
