Mad For The Dad. Terry Essig

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      “If Marie couldn’t handle the idea of my giving up a secure job with nobody but two adults to worry about feeding, what the heck would she think of this situation?” In retrospect it was obvious Marie had only been interested in him when his future was firmly in place. “But she sure had me fooled for a while there,” Daniel admitted as he towel-dried Todd’s hair and wriggling little body. “She’d have probably had a heart attack and died if I’d asked her to help out with raising you, you little pill-face.”

      Todd took the slander with a sunny smile and wrapped his arms around Daniel’s neck.

      “Hey, lighten up,” Daniel protested as he loosened the child’s arms. “I’m glad you’re starting to adjust, but you’re going to choke me.”

      Todd laughed out loud at that and Daniel rolled his eyes as he carried Todd out to the kitchen and deposited him in the high chair. “Real funny, champ. So funny I forgot to laugh.”

      Daniel assembled a cheese sandwich and dropped it into a skillet. While it browned, he poured Todd half an inch of milk. Remembering how Rachel had taken pains to describe everything to the child the day before, he said, “Some good white milk, Todd,” as he handed the tumbler to the child. “Your milk’s in a green cup today. Green, got it?”