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Then there were divided plates versus open ones.

Sippy cups or handled cups for slightly older littles.

Binkies versus thumbs.

Yes, I still had a lot to figure out according to the online lists I’d found.

“Thank you.” Milo bounced on his toes and then leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome.” Since it seemed like cheek kisses were considered appropriate, I kissed his cheek too. “And thank you for coming over to hang out and play with me.”

However that ended up looking.

Chapter 7

Milo

I had to be patient and teach him how to be Daddy.

I could do it.

I was smart about angry people and little stuff.

“No, Daddy. I can sit on your lap or on the floor.” I didn’t need my own big chair. That was silly but I was a good boy and didn’t tell him that. “You’re Daddy.”

He cocked his head but nodded after a few seconds. “That makes very good sense and thank you for letting me know what you wanted.”

“You’re welcome.” I had such good manners. Dally was going to be proud of me. “I’m going to snuggle your legs if I sit on the floor because that’s just what I do.”

Daddy blinked and blinked. “If you’re comfortable sitting on my lap, then I’d like that, but snuggling with my legs is good too. I just don’t want to do anything to make you nervous or anything that’s…too grown-up for you.”

Oh.

“Daddies get hard penises. That’s okay. Even Dally knows it’s okay.” I shrugged. “That’s just what they do.”

Penises were kind of sneaky and that was why we had to keep our clothes on until they could come out to play.

“That is just what they do.” Standing straighter, Daddy kissed my forehead. “Okay, I’m going to get you some juice and then we’re going to cuddle on the couch.”

Yay.

“I’ll be a good boy.” Looking around wouldn’t make me naughty.

“I know you will be.” Daddy gave me a big smile. “But I bought a few books for us to read. Why don’t you see if you like any of them. Oh, and there are a few other things that you mentioned. Your new goodies are right there in your basket.”

“Oh, I have a basket?” Daddy’s living room was big and very organized but he had a squishy-looking couch and lots of shelves. “That’s my basket.”

I already had stuff at Daddy’s house.

Dally was going to be so excited too.

“Go see what’s in there.” Daddy kissed my head and hurried toward the kitchen. “I bet I can be back before you figure out which book is your favorite.”

“I’m fast.” Super fast. “I’m going to win.”

I ran-ran-ran over to my basket and plopped down, pulling it out from the bottom shelf. “I’ve got a shelf, Daddy.”

There was nothing on it but my basket and a teddy bear and a little blanket.

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