Page 85 of Hiding From Laughter

“This really is adorable. I didn’t realizehow discreet these could be with big-boy-looking pants.” Daddy smoothed down myspecial shirt and smiled. “You’re so cute.”

Daddy liked me cute.

“Alright. You’re all set.” Daddy picked meup. Daddy put me down. “You’re just going to sit right here for me while I getdressed.”

Daddy’s turn.

Daddy’s turn to dry.

Daddy’s turn to make happy sounds at thebig towel.

Daddy’s turn to grumble about not havingsmell stuff.

“I can’t believe I forgot deodorant.” Daddyfrowned but laughed when I lifted my arm to smell me. “You don’t stink. You’reall clean.”

Did Daddy stink?

Nope.

Daddy laughed, though. “Alright. I’ll stopfussing. My silly goose looks like a silly puppy.”

Sniff. Sniff.

Puppies sniff.

But cute boys got quiet toys and spoons andelephants.

“And we’re all set.” Daddy’s big breathsaid he needed hugs. So I hugged. “Thank you, baby.”

Hugs got kisses.

“You’ve been so good today. Let’s go cuddleand get milk for your bottle.” Daddy laughed when I poked his tummy. “And waterfor Daddy too.”

Yes.

Had to be a good helper.

Good helpers got rewards…later…laterlaterwhen my penis wasn’t still fuzzy.

“You take very good care of me.” Good boysgot head kisses too and they held hands with their Daddy. “Remember. If anyonetries to talk to you, all you have to do is point to me. But with your quiettoy in, I don’t think we’ll have that problem.”

No problems.

No words.

No anythings.

Walk.

Step.

No falling.

“Careful.” No falling ’cause Daddy worried.“You need milk and to sit for a few minutes until some of the fuzzies go away.”

Lots of fuzzies.

Lots and lots of fuzzies.

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