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This was the first time he’d given them time to themselves all day. Earlier, Brody had to talk the Fox out of calling Ink so he could do it himself. Ink had told him, rather sternly, that he better not come into the office for at least three days or he was going to be in trouble.
Right.
Today, as soon as they’d gotten up, the Fox had dressed them both before making them waffles. Then they’d baked cookies while listening to Christmas music. It was early afternoon now, and they’d sat down to attempt some arts and crafts. But in his case, it was a lousy attempt.
“I can do that.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. Then he tugged.
“Ouch! Crap!”
“What’s wrong?” the Fox raced into the room and came over to Brody, studying him urgently. “Have you hurt yourself? That’s it, I am getting us a permanent doctor.”
“Papa, I don’t need a doctor,” Brody said quickly.
“I think Brody-bear glued his fingers to his hair, Daddy,” Autumn told the Fox.
“I didn’t . . . did I?” Shoot. Maybe he had. He tugged harder and ripped out half his hair as he got his hand free. “Ouch. That freaking hurt. I’m just no good at this.” He smacked his hand down, then when he raised his hand, the picture was stuck to his hand.
Tutu giggled as he sighed.
“Well, I’m sure it was an excellent picture, before it was squashed,” the Fox said, moving forward to remove his hand from the picture.
“It wasn’t, Papa. It was crap.”
“Nothing you did could be crap, Brody-bear,” Autumn told him.
“I think I should just stick to gaming and computers. Anything artistic is not me.” He stared down at himself with a sigh. He was a mess.
Today’s T-shirt had a T-Rex on the front of it and the words: I’m Rexy and I know it.
Autumn had given it to him for his birthday. He kind of loved it. Though now it was covered in glue and macaroni.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up; then it’s time for both of you to have a nap.” The Fox took his hand, pulling him to his feet.
“Uh, Papa. I’m a big boy. I don’t take naps.”
“When you have dark marks under your eyes, you take naps until they’re gone,” the Fox countered.
“Well, that sucks,” he muttered.
Tutu giggled.
The Fox turned to her. “You’re having a nap too, Bunny.”
“But, Daddy, I don’ts have dark marks under my eyes.”
“No, but Little girls have naps.” He held out his hand to her and she took it so he could pull her up as well.
“Shouldn’t I tidy up the mess, Daddy?” Autumn asked.
“We can do that later. Before our movie time.”
“And popcorn?” Autumn asked.
“Of course.”
“And Christmas cookies?”
