Sometimes Daddy does little things that drives mouse absolutely crazy. The other night mouse was curled up at his feet, all settled to do a little blog reading.
Then it starts..."mouse, would you..."
The first time, it's "of course Daddy, whatever you want,"The second time it's the same.
The third, forth, and fifth times, mouse is still providing service with a smile.
The tenth time...it's getting old.
The twentieth time, and who knew he come up with so many different things, mouse is quietly and seriously getting downright agigitates.
By the twenty-third time, mouse gives up trying to read and instead just waits...He waits...Slowly, mouse reaches for the pad.
He clears his throat.
Slowly mouse presses a button to look at blogs. "mouse do you mind..."
At this point mouse is ready to fling the pad across the room, and scream..Yes she does mind"
Instead she looks up into Daddy's eyes...
Really he smirks.
He unzips his trousers, shifting in his chair and mouse's eyes widen.
How could she refuse that? He's tied a bow to his man-meat. Like its a present. A gift just for mouse.
A gift she didn't even know she wanted.