You’re a cheap date

You’re such a cheap date.

Tonight Your Mother went off gallivanting with your grandma and aunt and left us men alone.

The cats were away and the mice were going to play.

I fed you. A whole bottle. An entire bottle of the best stuff.

Then I massaged you. With oil. A full body massage with oil. Both sides of your little body.

There was quiet Mozart in the background, to set the mood.

Then I bathed you, in warm, quiet water. 39 degrees, just the way you like it.

The music was still on in the background. We were just getting started.

I clothed you, put you on my shoulder, and started bouncing you on our favorite giant ball.

I whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

Daddy loves you. Daddy will always love you. I’m here. I’ll always be here.

And then, after all that wining, and dining, and massaging, and music, and sweet nothings…

You went out like a light.

I gave you some of my best stuff. I was hoping we could play a bit.

It’s ok though, daddy always liked cheap dates.

Goodnight my little man, see you in a few hours..

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