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Hopping up from the table just before the ding—I beat it—I finished getting my yummy dinner ready. Lots of goodies and lots of dippy stuff…oh, and a napkin.

“He’d probably make me eat lots of veggies if he’s really a Daddy, but I guess that would be okay.” Frowning and thinking and frowning and thinking, I got my dinner nice and pretty. “But desserts cancel out veggies so maybe he’d make me cupcakes?”

I’d eat lots of veggies for cupcakes.

Baking was hard. It was like the measury kind of science and everything had to be perfect or it was like eating rocks.

Or it got bigger and bigger and bigger and set the oven on fire.

Yeah, Daddies were supposed to be bakers, not cute littles.

“Not Mac-n-Cheese Man either.” Hmm, would Daddy Dante like superheroes too? “He likes cheese. He likes making pizza. He likes littles.”

Yeah, he’d like superheroes…but would he really like me?

Well, my students liked big me.

Jacki liked little me.

Dante liked big me.

“He talks to me a lot at the club.” That had to be a good thing. “And he likes cooking me stuff. He made sure I got the pizza kind last week.”

Maybe that meant he’d like to take care of me?

Dip.

Chomp.

Dip.

Chomp.

Dinner got over too fast but then I was very good and cleaned up my mess, but that didn’t help me decide what to do about Daddy Dante.

I had a feeling this was a Daddy job, but I didn’t have a Daddy yet.

I was just gonna have to borrow Jacki’s.

Taking my phone to the couch, I curled up with my soft blanket and hit the typy talky buttons.

Jacki’s Daddy? What do I do about Daddy Dante?

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

They were probably doing naughty stuff, so I decided to watch cartoons, but before I’d even found a good show to watch like the puppies, my phone went beep, beep, beep.

I’m going to tell him to come down and play with you. I think he’d like to color and watch cartoons.

Yep, that’d been a Daddy decision.

And make me dessert?

That was important too.

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