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"But it's on *SALE*!"

“Do you need me to find a quiet corner of this parking lot, young lady?” he asked me, in *that* tone of voice.

I’ll admit it. Even after all these years together, I gulped hard.

Meekly – much more so than I had been prior to him saying that - “Uh, no, Daddy.”

We were having a discussion . . . okay, I was being . . . uh . . . a bit . . . strident about something I wanted to get just before Daddy gave me the “Princess drop-off” at the door of the grocery store.


The not girly girl

I’m not a very “girly" girl.

I don’t have a closet full of clothes. I don’t have multiple pairs of the same shoe in different colors. I don’t even carry a purse.

Daddy doesn’t allow me to wear makeup, and I’m allergic to most scents (although I love them anyway).

But I do love pink, especially pink roses.

So, as the only daughter I’ll ever have, poor PeeWee never had a chance! I think everything she owns is pink – from her pink, gingham checked and ruffled harness to her pink wire crate and coordinated bed.


Weekend Away


Tonight I was leaning down over her, almost conspiratorially, and murmuring reassurances and tokens of adoration that were more like sounds, than actual words, in the lower, slower register of my voice, which seems to comfort her.

She looked up at me and her eyes were so sad -- well, not so much sad, as kind of imbued with the ongoing wince of a pain that there's just no answer for.


Bedtime Rituals

Every night when I climb under the covers after having let PeeWee out:

“Did you tinkle?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And use your eye drops?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Night time meds on board?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you hurting? Do you need to take some Tylenol so you’ll sleep comfortably?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Want the fan/air/heat off?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Are you and Miss Whee all comfy-cozy under the kivvers?”

“Yes, Daddy.”


Little Miss Not-So-Independent

“Ima be with you.”

Or, the flip side of that,

“You’ll be with me?”

I can’t tell you how many times I ask Daddy these questions – sometimes multiple times an *hour*. We are very much in love, and he has never given me any kind of reason to think that that would ever change.

Still, even in this utterly loving, completely committed relationship, my Little is still very insecure, needy, and clingy at times.


UB's Blather Control Problem


There are certain parts of domesticity that feel just perfectly
appropriate to connect to her Liddel side. The growedup side of her is
very helpful and does so much, but the Liddel side of her has chores and
rules around the house that are emphasized as being Squeaky's
rules, as opposed to Carolyn's. Above and beyond and outside the
covenant of two adults sharing a household, dividing the minutia of living
life in whatever way they've agreed.



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