Daddies are bad.
15 September 2017, by We Are Family
Daddies are bad because they get up early and go to work before I wake up so we can't have a hug and a kiss and even though I said they couldn't have a hug and a kiss for a billion years and twenty-eight, they could.
Daddies are bad because they say the mushroom pool is closed for swimming because they want to go the heated warm one instead.
Daddies are bad because they don't sing to me at bedtime like Mummy and when they do they don't sound as nice as Mummy.
Daddies are bad because sometimes when they tickle me it makes me do a little wee in my pants.
Daddies are bad because they're boys and Mummy's not a boy and I'm not and girls are better.
Daddies are good because they let me steal money from their pockets and put it in my money box.
Daddies are good because they hold me upside down and spin me round and make me laugh, but one time they made my nose bleed but it didn't hurt.
Daddies are good because they sometimes don't do the voices when they read at bedtime when I tell them not to, but their voices are quite good actually. Excepting for Merida; that's not good.
Daddies are good because they sometimes pick me up when my legs are tired and then they hug me and kiss me, because that's a rule, and even though they're not supposed to for a billion years and twenty eight.
Daddies are good because they do the rough-and-tumble and when I do Number 4 from my rough and tumble book and jump on them, they laugh and say "I submit" and don't mind when I keep doing it anyway.
But Daddies are bad because they say they can't do Number 4 from their rough-and-tumble book on me til I'm six. And I really want to disappear and come back again. But I'm only 5. That's bad.
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