Page 83 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Yas-huh, Daddy.”
“What did you guys do?”
“Swim, snackies, chalks, Uncle Travis sayed ‘fuck’,” she rambled. Travis had said the curse word when he’d tripped over a barbie doll and dropped his beer.
Travis tossed a throw pillow at us. “Hey, I said I was sorry!”
“Travis, don’t expose my baby to such crude language, you asshat!” Elliot yelled through the phone.
The Little girls giggled.
“You are all terrible examples,” Maddox scolded.
“Terrible ‘xamples,” Tinsley parroted.
“I’m glad you’re having fun, baby. Are you getting ready for your nap?”
“Nu.”
“No? It’s almost one. Are you sure you’re not getting ready for a tiny rest?”
“Nu.”
“Well, what are you doing then?” Elliot asked, amusement coloring his tone.
“Uh…. getting tattoos.”
Snorting, I kissed the side of her neck. Those were bold words for a Little girl terrified of needles.
“Oh yeah? What kind of tattoo?”
“Dick. A big dick.”
“A dick tattoo, huh?”
“Huge dick tattoo for Reagan too.”
“The biggest dick I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen at least two,” Reagan added, joking about her ménage.
“We all know I have the biggest dick in this relationship,” Maddox said, baiting Travis.
“Oh, fuck you,” Travis responded.
Tinsley gasped in my lap. “Sayed fuck again!”
This time, Elliot snorted. “You are all so naughty.”
A cheesy grin covered her face. “So naughty.”
“I love you, babygirl.”
“I love you, Dada.”
“I have to go back to work, but I’ll see you soon.”
“So soon.”
“Tell Uncle Tyler to check his email, okay?”
