Page 117 of Monster Daddies
“Crayons have names, Daddy. We can use those.” I was so smart. “Then we’ll find your green. Do you have crayons?”
“Yes. I wanted us to have some special things just in case our date went well, so I have some crayons and a few coloring books.” Daddy made a happy sound when I got excited about new crayons. “We’ll have to pick out more things for next time.”
Oh, more toys.
“Do you got an Amazon man, Daddy?” How did he get my crayons? “Do you got a UPS man? I do. Mine’s cranky.”
“Mail and packages get delivered to the small grocery and general store in the next town over. Then it’s picked up and delivered here. So while I have several delivery men, I haven’t talked to the others much.” Daddy huffed. “Yours shouldn’t be cranky, though. You’re a very nice boy.”
“I am.” And I was good at swinging and I was a good boy. “He’s just cranky. He didn’t even want my cookies when I got him a present at Christmas. So no more cookies for him.”
He was naughty and naughty meant no cookies.
“I think that’s a sound decision.” Daddy pushed me again, rubbing my back as he made me go higher and higher. “Do you like baking cookies? Do you celebrate Christmas?”
“Yes.” They were fun. “I like cookies and I like Santa and the fun stuff.”
“Okay, I don’t mind doing that. Christmas trees are green too so that will help us with our green problem.”
Oh, he was so smart.
“I like trees.” Trees were pretty. “Down the road. Where I live down the road. She has a spring tree and a Valentine’s tree and a bunny tree and a beach tree and a Halloween tree. She likes trees too.”
“She changes her tree to match the season?” Daddy hummed like that was very thinky. “Did she say why?”
“I don’t know. I see it in her window. It’s big and she lives in a fancy house.” She might be nice. “Do you think we’re fancy?”
“Hmm… I think I’m not the type of person who should be tasked with changing the decorations that often.” Daddy was being so thinky he forgot to push me. “That sounds pretty but like a lot of work. Are you the type of person who likes changing decorations?”
I made Daddy thinky sounds too and gave him a big boy voice. “I’m the type of person who doesn’t pick up toys… so maybe not?”
No trees for us.
“That’s okay. We only need one at Christmas.” Daddy chuckled when I shrugged. “You have lots of outside trees.”
And I didn’t have to pick those up.
No cleaning trees for us.
“Let’s fly, Daddy.” I jumped off the swing but I remembered to wait until it was slow so that Daddy didn’t worry. It was a big,big swing and my feet didn’t touch the ground. But Daddy was big so they needed big stuff to play on.
I wasn’t big but Daddy seemed to like that.
Some people didn’t like that but Daddy didn’t seem like some people.
Matchmaker lady said he wasn’t like some people, but she was funny colors sometimes.
Oh, Daddy wasn’t like some people.
He wasn’t a human people.
“She might’ve tricked me.” I pouted at Daddy as he cocked his head. “Our lady. She said you weren’t like other people and her colors were weird. She meant you weren’t like the mages and people like that.”
She was sneaky.
Daddy didn’t seem to know if he could smile or not and coughed. “She did have very interesting ways of phrasing things, so yes, she probably enjoyed tricking you.”
“You’re not tricky colors.” He was Daddy colors and that was nice. “You’re pretty.”
