Ugh.
“You worry.” Lots. “And…”
This game was so hard.
“And you only let me have one brownie. One. That was very sad.”
He rolled his eyes. “They were huge and you’d already eaten a ridiculous amount of food.”
Maybe.
“Still sad.” I pouted good. “I need more brownies. Hmm? Bath or brownies? What should we do?”
Ha.
I was so smart.
He wanted to laugh but he tried to look bored. “If those are my only two options, I guess a bubble bath.”
Ya.
“But what are your bathtime limits?” I needed his limits because he was important to me.
“You’re going to tell me if my limits bump into yours.” Daddy was very serious. “This isn’t bumper cars.”
“No bumps. Got it.” Daddy worried about bumps. “I’m bad at family bumps but I’m good at new people bumps.”
No.
No.
No.
Red.
I could do it.
Daddy was still frowning but his face slowly went soft like the good Play-Doh not the yucky kind. “So while I’m new and I’m still learning your limits you’ll be good at telling me if there’s a problem, but if I get to be family that’s when I have to be careful.”
He was so smart… it was amazing.
“You’re so smart.” Cheek kisses. “You got it so fast.”
He was going to be a great Daddy.
“Lord have mercy.” Daddy groaned one more time before he smiled. “Thank you for explaining that. I know what to worry about now.”
I was helpful too.
“Welcome.” More cheek kisses. “Now we need your limits. No forgetting.”
“I’m happy to help you get a bath but seeing you naked might make me think of grown-up things not Daddy things.” He shrugged when I giggled. “I don’t know what will happen.”
Naked things happened in bubble baths.
“Toys go up. Toys go down.” I shrugged. “No worries.”
Daddy scrunched his face up. “I’m not sure that was as helpful as you seemed to think.”
