Carrots.
He had carrot pajamas with the orange veggies plastered all over white pants and a white T-shirt.
“My little firecracker, are all your jammies food?” His giggle said I was right. “I see pizza and ice cream and even muffins.”
How were there so many options?
“Yum. Yum. Yum.” Shoving the jammies at me, he gave me a beaming smile. “Hungry means shop.”
He only shopped when he was hungry?
“They’re very nice.” I wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to say because it wasn’t logical in the slightest. “You picked out good ones… and you even have veggies.”
He thought that was funnier than I’d expected, and in between bouts of laughter he opened the top drawer and pulled out orange undies that matched his pajamas. “Silly Daddy.”
It was time to take silly Daddy to the bathroom because he hopped us to the hallway where he’d set up his fun bathroom. From what I’d seen as we walked past his grown-up room, that had a bathroom as well, but this one was pure fun.
The walls might’ve been white but everything from the towels to the toothbrush holder was brightly colored.
“This is great.” But I could see why he hadn’t wanted his family to come upstairs. There was no way he’d be able to get away with this without a lot of questions. “You did such a good job decorating it.”
Looking even happier, he spread his arms wide. “Mine.”
“You did wonderful.” It was obvious he was proud of it. “It’s very clean too.”
Oh, he liked that.
His chest puffed out and his grin was ear to ear. “Hard work.”
“I can see.” Frowning, I made a thinking hum as I looked around. “But I can’t see bubble bath.”
Giggles spilled out as he pointed to the cabinet under the sink. “There.”
More food.
He had a dozen fruity scents so I crouched down and studied them closely. “I thought we’d do avocado bubble bath but you don’t have it. Oh well.”
Cute snickers escaping, he shook his head. “Yummy smells, Daddy.”
Shopping and food were definitely tied together, but I refused to ask questions as I picked out a strawberry bubble bath before straightening. “How about this one?”
“Yummy.” He tried to look serious as he rubbed his tummy but it wasn’t believable.
“We don’t eat bubbles.” Collapsing back against the sink, I played shocked and got giggles from him. “I’m going to have to watch you very carefully.”
He thought that was very funny too, probably because of my worries about seeing him naked.
“Silly goose.” Shaking my head, I released his hand and tried to keep up the serious routine. “Yummy bubbles aren’t funny.”
But Daddy clearly was because he didn’t stop laughing until I’d turned on the water. “Daddy’s funny.”
That was better than Daddy being a worrier, so I sighed and groaned and shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Daddy’s just trying to keep you from eating bubbles.”
His mischievous grin had me working to keep my straight face. “Brownies are for eating, Daddy.”
I should’ve known that was coming.
“Let me ask a question first.” He was smart and looked appropriately skeptical before straightening like a toy soldier. “Is your tummy food hungry or is your body brownie hungry?”
