Page 135 of Monster Daddies
“Your Daddy had bunny slippers.” He was silly. “Bigfoot and the bunnies.”
“That sounds like a story book.” Daddy laughed when I gave a big nod. “Are you going to write a story about a Bigfoot that has bunny slippers? You said you were in animation, right?”
“Yep. I make pictures.” I was good at making pictures. “I can make happy pictures and sad pictures and silly pictures and naughty pictures.”
That made me giggle and Daddy laughed.
He pretended to be shocked. “Oh, my sweet Roo wouldn’t make naughty pictures.”
“I’m good at naughty ones, Daddy. I make good penises. My naughty-show boss said so.” He was nice. “But my boring-nice boss doesn’t know about penises. Shh.”
He was confused, so I didn’t tell him about that stuff.
“I won’t tell.” Daddy was quiet and then made curious sounds. “So you’re self-employed? You work for several companies?”
“Yep. Little bit here. Little bit there. Little bit everywhere.” That was a good song. I was so funny. “I got my stuff, so I go and I work and I say ‘yes, boss’ and I do good.”
“I bet you’re very good at your job, little Roo, and it sounds like you have fun with it.” Daddy made more sounds as we bumped and turned. “What do you mean when you said you go?”
“I go here. I go there. I go everywhere.”
Ha.
“Okay, Dr. Seuss.” Daddy chuckled and if he’d have been regular Daddy, he’d have been shaking his head. But he wasn’t regular Daddy yet, so I didn’t peek. Nope. No peeking. “Is that the kind of cartoon we should watch? Should we find one of those Dr. Seuss movies?”
“Oh… hunt for trees?” I good hunter. “Be nice to the trees.”
“Because that’s where Bigfoot lives.” Daddy thought he was funny and I thought he was funny and we both thought he was funny. “Okay, silly Roo. We’re home. Do you hear the garage door?”
Rumbles.
“Yes.” Slow. Slow. Slow. “We did it.”
“Keep your eyes closed for just one more minute, little Roo.” Daddy made hums and sighs and then it was quiet. “One more tiny bit and I’m going to come around and get you.”
Yay.
“Then we’ll get Bouncy and tell her sorry for not turning on the news.” Daddy was nice to Bouncy and nice to me. “Okay. I’m coming around to get you.”
Open.
Close.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Open.
“There we go.” Daddy crouched down beside me. “Open your eyes, little Roo. I’m me again.”
Hmm.
I was brave and reached out and found Daddy’s face.
“You’re back.” He was big and fuzzy again and his pretty colors were still there. “Now you get kisses ’cause you match.”
“I match my aura again?” When I nodded, Daddy laughed and kissed my pucker-lips. “I really like kisses, so thank you.”
