Page 62 of Hiding From Laughter

Cheater. Cheater.

“Does my good boy have tummy aches?” Mynaughty man asked silly questions. “Or does my good boy make sure his tummyfeels nice?”

Cheater. Cheater.

“If you relaxed, I bet your tummy wouldfeel nice.” Kiss. Kiss. “I bet if you relaxed, you’d feel like a good boy.”

Ugh.

My naughty man wanted big bed snuggles.

“Hold tight little monkey.” Kiss. Kiss.Hug. “That’s right.”

Up.

Up.

Up.

No wiggles.

No wiggles.

“All safe. Good job, monkey.” My naughtyman poked my side with the bottle. “You feel like a robot.”

No. Good boy.

My naughty man chuckled. “A grumpy robot,stiff and grumbly.”

He sat us down on the bed and snuggled metight. “We’ll have this in just a second.”

No bottle.

Ugh.

Tummy rubbies. “We’re just going to cuddlefor a minute until you remember who’s in charge.”

My naughty man.

Ugh.

I hid my face and poked his chest.

“That’s right. I’m in charge. I’m in chargeof everything, right?” My naughty man was stubborn and kissed my head. Wait. Wait.Wait. “That’s right. Good nod, baby. You’re such a good boy.”

Cheater.

“You’ve been a good boy when you werecoloring and playing. You were a good boy when you let me feed you lunch andyou were a good boy when you used your diaper this morning.”

’Cause my naughty man tickle cheater.

“You were even a good boy when we playedtoys in the tub.” My naughty man shrugged. “So I know you’re going to be a goodboy now.”

Ugh. Big big cheater.

Even tummy rubs.

Lots of big cheater.

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