“What?”
He looked like he wanted to squirm.
“I like homemade chicken nuggets best.” Daddy stood straighter and glared when I giggled. “They’re healthier that way.”
“You’re the perfect Daddy. You even make nuggets.”
I’d won the Daddy lottery.
“Mine.”
Daddy sighed then laughed as he brought me over the first waffle because I was special. “Did you just claim me as yours?”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.” Still smiling, he shook his head as he pointed to the butter. “We’ll come back to that, but for now, you can claim me as yours.”
Yay.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Mine. “Butter and syrup, please.”
I was a good boy and even put my hands in my lap as he cut my food. Daddy knew how to be a Daddy even if he didn’t realize it.
“There we go.” He even gave me a kiss on the head as he put my fork back down for me. “Do you want water or milk?”
“Milk.” Daddy was so Daddy he even went to get me a sippy cup. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” Daddy looked back at me and tried to be serious again. “Now, I have questions about cartoons and how many books we’re supposed to read at one time when you ask for a book.”
Ha.
“I like cartoons, Daddy.” And books. “I like your waffles too, Daddy.”
He groaned.
“That many?”
Daddy was smart.
Chapter Seven
Knightly
“Snuggles, Daddy?” Climbing up to my lap, my little firecracker did his best to look wonderfully innocent as he lost interest in the cartoons we’d been watching.
“Of course.” He looked slightly more devious as he straddled my lap, but it was still Little Rhodes coming to manipulate me. “Hi.”
He giggled as I wrapped my arms around him but was still trying to look sweet. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Should we… hmm… find something else to watch?” There was no way that was what he wanted, so I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Let’s see… should we go play toys again? I want a stacking rematch. I think you cheated.”
He’d quickly slipped completely into Little mode as he’d eaten breakfast, so we’d spent the morning picking out clothes and playing toys before shifting to coloring and cartoons. He was still looking to play but it seemed like the type of game had changed.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” Still giggling, he wiggled directly over my lap. “You just let me win.”
Really?
That was how we were going to label it?
