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She held in another giggle and tried to calm herself.
“In the playroom, Papi!” she called out.
This was going to be sooo funny.
“Oh, where are you? Mierda!” He let out a yell as he opened the door and the bowl of slime fell on him.
Cheese and crackers! She hadn’t expected the bowl to hit him on the head. She jumped up to run over to him.
But not before she took a quick photo with her phone of him with slime all over him.
That was just too funny.
“Oh no, Papi! Have you got an owie? Let me see!”
“You slimed me?” He gaped down at her in shock.
“Umm.”
“You slimed me? Me? No one has ever dared to slime me.”
“I wasn’t me, Papi! It was Roger!” She held the toy up. Then she whispered, “I’m sorry, Roger. Please forgive me.”
“Why would he have to forgive you if he’s the one who was naughty, Pequeña?”
“Umm.”
Yeah, she didn’t really have an answer for that.
Alejandro picked up the bowl and then, grabbing her hand, walked out into the hall.
Bernard was moving down the hall toward them. “Oh, there you are. Mr. De Leon . . . holy shit! What happened to you?”
She had to giggle at his shock. “Doomy said shit.”
Bernard gave her a stern look. “Do not repeat what I said. I think I . . . yes, I need to go to the market.” Turning on his heel, he practically ran away
Alejandro huffed out a breath as he led her through their bedroom to the attached bathroom. He dropped his hold on her as he stared at himself in the mirror. There was slime in his hair, on his face, his white shirt . . . hmm, how did one get pink slime out of a white shirt?
“Roger, you should have thought of that before you did this prank. Naughty Roger.”
Turning, he eyed her. “Roger is very naughty.” He turned on the shower before he started to strip.
Damn. Her Papi was fine.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a low voice.
“Always.”
He grinned. Then his stern gaze went to Roger again. “This isn’t over, young man. You’re going to have to be punished for this.”
He climbed into the shower and started washing his hair. Oh dear, that slime looked really hard to wash out.
“Roger said that he’s sorry, Papi,” she explained. “And that he’s learned his lesson.”
“Oh, really?” he asked as he washed his hair for the third time. Yikes.
“Uh-huh, so I don’t think you can punish him.”
“Oh, I think I can.” He climbed out of the shower and started drying off before putting the towel on top of his pile of clothes. Rather unfortunate that the towel was white.
She followed him into the bedroom, where he got dressed in some clean clothes.
“Come here, Roger.” He held out his hand for the toy.
“You’re not going to spank him, are you, Papi?” she asked, hugging Roger tight.
“I’m afraid that he was very naughty, and that means he needs to be punished. Unless you have something to tell me?”
“It was me, Papi! I confess. It was me!” She put her hand dramatically on her chest. “Punish me, not Roger!”
“Hmm, considering that you were both part of this, I think you should both spend some time in the corner. And then you’re going to write some lines about not sliming your Papi.”
Well, this was going to suck.
“Sorry, Roger,” she whispered.
Yeah, Roger looked mighty unimpressed.
“Come on, you two. We’ll go to the playroom for this.”
Cat followed him to the playroom, with Roger held tight in her arms.
Alejandro opened the door and once they were inside, he pointed to the corner. “Off the two of you go. I want you both to think about what you did. I’ll set you up at the desk with a pad and pen to write your lines after.”
With a sigh, she stood in the corner, setting Roger down on the floor with his head pressed to the corner as well.
“You okay, Roger?” she whispered. She was used to being in trouble, but Roger wasn’t.
“No talking,” Papi warned. “That’s an extra five minutes of corner time for you both. You’re supposed to be thinking about what you did. I don’t think you want me to add extra lines to the fifty you already have to write.”
“Papi, no!” she cried, turning to look at him. “My hand will drop off!”
“I think you’re safe from that happening,” he said dryly.
She wouldn’t be so sure about that.
“Papi, what kind of cupcake do you want?” Cat asked as she worked at her toy kitchen half an hour later.
Turns out that her hand didn’t drop off.
Although, it was sore. And she’d decided that she would much rather have a spanking than write lines. That had been awful. And Roger hadn’t helped her at all.
Meanie.
She set out the plastic cupcakes.
“I’ll take red velvet,” he told her.
