Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Are you asking if there will be enough leftover cookies from tonight to share with Jacki or are you asking for me to make more cookies?” I thought the question was clear but he nodded excitedly.
“Good boy, Daddy.” Sitting up straight like that would help him get whatever he wanted, he brought back his beaming smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
So both?
Before I could figure out if I needed a clarifying question or if he just thought he’d bribed me with a smile to get what he wanted, he changed the subject. “Bath?”
Oh, he definitely thought he’d scammed me.
“That sounds perfect.”
Yep, he’d scammed me.
“What kind of toys do we need for bath time?” That question was not as easy as I thought it would be and he was still debating the answer as we finished loading the dishes together.
For some reason, Russie only did spoons and cups, but I wasn’t going to debate little logic when he was still trying to decide if we needed fish toys or superheroes.
“Um, fishes, Daddy?” He didn’t seem entirely sure about that answer as we headed toward his playroom to find toys, but I thought it was perfect.
“They’ll be so much fun. You’re so smart.” That had him letting out a deep breath like he’d solved world peace, so I took that to mean we’d figured out the toys. “Do fishes swim in bubbles?”
Thankfully that was not a difficult question.
“Does Daddy like bubbles?”
It just didn’t get me the answer I was expecting.
“Daddy isn’t a fish.” My response had giggles pouring out of him as he found a big pile of plastic fish and sea creatures.
“Daddy’s the biggest fish.” Scooping up a variety of random toys, he shoved them into my hands. “Bubbles?”
“Yes, Daddy likes bubbles.” Kissing his nose, I followed my now bouncing boy as he hopped toward the bathroom. “Walking, please. If you fall and bump your head, I’ll worry.”
He couldn’t argue with that but he could be dramatic.
So while he walked, he pouted and sighed and went very, very slowly. “I careful, Daddy. See?”
Holding out his arms like he was on a tightrope, somehow he managed to make just walking through the house look dangerous. “No falling. No crash. No crunch.”
Groaning just brought his giggles back.
“I do not want to know why that ended with a crunch.” He had a terrible sense of humor because he just kept laughing as we finally made it to the bathroom in one piece.
“Crunch.” He slapped his hands together like he’d hit the floor and then laughed and laughed. “Crunch.”
My slightly horrified expression might’ve made it funnier to Russie but getting that under control was hard.
Crunch.
Ugh, that was worse than splat.
Thankfully, turning on the water and getting the bubbles going saved me. “Look at how big they’re getting. Let’s get you ready.”
Getting him naked was easy but getting him to use the potty had him wiggling and studying the tub like it was fascinating. “Potty time.”
Luckily, my slightly pee-shy boy was saved by the stove starting to beep. “Shoot.”
I’d genuinely forgotten about the cookies, so I gave him a quick cheek kiss and hurried out of the bathroom. “Wait by the tub after you go potty. I don’t want you to slip.”
“Good boy, Daddy.” Russie’s enthusiastic response was probably fueled by relief since he had a reason to go potty by himself, and he was very glad to be all done when I came back from getting the cookies out and turning off the oven.
“Yes, you were a very good boy.” One who was even waiting to get his hands washed, so I quickly turned off the water in the tub and helped get him all clean. “And now my good boy is all clean.”
“Good boys get lots of cookies, Daddy.” Kissing my cheek, Russie gave me a bright, manipulative smile. “I was big good. I waited.”
“Thank you.” I did my best to ignore the cookie question by stripping off his T-shirt. “Let’s get you in the bubbles.”
It worked.
But not in the way I’d intended.
“Daddy too!” As Russie’s shirt was tossed toward the laundry basket, he reached for mine. “Daddy likes bubbles. I ’member.”
Oh, I remembered too.
That was what he’d meant.
I was going to have to learn to ask better questions in a more timely manner.
My shirt came off before my brain tracked what was happening, so he took that as a yes and just kept going. “Daddy is the big fishies and Russie is the little fishies.”
He thought that was hilarious and kept giggling as we got naked.
Thankfully little Ruslan didn’t seem to react to the nakedness which made it easier for me not to react either…which I really appreciated…because it wasn’t until he’d started taking off my clothes that I realized my questions about his little side on the limits list hadn’t been nearly specific enough.
“Hey, I get the big fishes.” The tub was one of the big old-fashioned kinds that hadn’t been updated into a tiny pretend tub yet, so it was big enough for us to both fit in as long as we didn’t try to spread out.