“A new pool floatie and it’s a big rainbow ice cream cone!” Now I couldn’t decide between a tea party or swimming. Maybe we could do both today? “Daddy! Where did you find Sloffers slippers at?Squee!I love them. Thank you, Daddy, for everything.”
“You are very welcome, sweet boy. Daddy loves you.”
“And I love my Daddy. Can I have a tea party now?” I slid into my new slippers that looked just like my sloth stuffie Sloffers and jumped up. “They’re so soft and look how high they make me jump.”
“Of course. Why don’t you get it set up and watch cartoons while I clean up the kitchen.” Daddy started cleaning up my mess. My mind was fighting between helping and playing with my new tea set. In the end, little Jamie won.
Sloffers, Kiki, George, and Patty sat in front of me on the table. I gave them each a cup and a pretend cookie, but Sloffers reached for the last one. “No Sloffers, Patty is new, so she gets the extra cookie.” I was sad when he pouted, but he had to play nice with the others or he’d be in time out.
“Hello, sweet boy. How’s the tea party going?” Daddy slid in behind me on the couch, so I sat between his legs.
“Fun. Would you like some?”
“Absolutely.” I poured Daddy a cup of tea and handed it to him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Sorry but Patty ate the last cookie.”
“That’s okay, I’m still full after breakfast.” Daddy rubbed his belly.
“Drink, Daddy.” I waited for him to take a sip.
“Mmm, good tea.” Daddy made the yummy moany sounds and even his pinkie poked out while he drank.
“Yay. Do you want some more?”
“Sure.” Hehe, Daddy was so much fun to play with.
“Daddy, can we swim today? I want to use my new raft.” Everything Daddy got me was so perfect and fun, fun, fun.
“Absolutely. How about after your nap?”
“’Kay, Daddy.” He wandered off to do daddy stuff, but I was so busy switching between my tea party and coloring that I lost track of time. When I looked up at the TV, my favorite show was over, and some weird food chopper infomercial thingy was on.
Flipping through the channels, I finally found a show I liked and curled up on the couch with my stuffies. At some point, I must’ve fallen asleep and Daddy carried me to ourroom ‘cause when I woke up, I was in our bed. But Daddy’s wasn’t here.
“Daddy?” I wandered down the hall after I put on my swimsuit. Afterall, Daddy promised pool time after a nappy. “Daddy?”
“In the kitchen.”
“Hi Daddy,” I skipped over for a hug. “Are we still swimming?”
“In a bit, birthday boy. You have one more present.”
“I do?”
“You do.” Daddy held his hand out to me. “Ready?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
Was I? “I trust you, Daddy.”
“Good enough for me.”
Back down the hallway we went, but instead of going into our room we stopped in front of the guest room. “Open the door.”
“Surprise!”
