How sneaky was Daddy?
“You said you forgot the big part of lunch.” Right. Daddy had just forgot so we had to have salad. “You forgot, right?”
“That’s what I said.” Daddy smiled and kissed my head again. “You have a very good memory.”
“I’m smart. You have to tell them I’m smart because they’ll like that.” Oh. “And you have to poke me or something if I forget you’re my Knight and I accidentally call you Daddy.”
He barked out a laugh. “You already did that last week when I was on the phone.”
Oops.
Well, at least it hadn’t been my family?
I was good at being boring with them and Daddy was good at making them not be naughty. He’d even made them be so nice we had dinner without anyone saying mean stuff.
Twice.
Daddy was amazing.
“What did they say? Are they mad I made you… well… a Daddy?” They might think I’d made Daddy weird. “What if they talk about it? What do I say?”
Daddy’s mother was nice but his sister was… well… I was pretty sure she’d fit in with my brothers.
Kind of.
Maybe?
It was hard to tell but she’d fit in better with them than I did.
She was feisty and nosy and bossy and lots of stuff.
“They said they thought I’d already had that kind of relationship when I was in college and then they had questions about this girl that I’d dated.” Daddy shrugged again when I giggled. “Now I have questions about that relationship too, but it just boils down to the fact that they’re ridiculously nosy and don’t really care what we’re doing because…”
Daddy sighed when I pouted and tried to walk slower. He was going to be stubborn. “Fine… because I make you happy.”
“That’s right.” He smiled when we finally got to the door of the restaurant. “If you stop pouting, I’ll get you a milkshake too.”
I liked milkshakes.
“They’ve got an Oreo shake and a chocolate-covered strawberry one…” Daddy knew he was cheating and it made him smile.
He was naughty.
Somehow I kept forgetting how naughty he was because he just looked so nice.
Looking nice was very dangerous.
“Strawberry chocolate, please.” I sucked in my lip but I did it big so I looked like a frog person.
He was naughty and just snickered. “You’re so dramatic, I guess you don’t want a coloring page. They’ve got big ones here.”
Oh.
I liked coloring.
“I’m not dramatic.” I was just… theatrical. Yes. That was a much better word. “I can’t color. I’m big.”
Kind of.
