>In the car
>"Daddy dis pwace scawy."
"It's just the car, Skittles, it makes us move really fast so we can go places."
>"... wike fingies?"
"Yeal wike fi-... like fingies."
>"Daddy where awe we goin?"
"The toy store."
>"Towys!"
"Yeah, for playing games."
>A million times the same questions later, you get the toy store
>You're carrying him into the store and when you get in there he is ECSTATIC
>There's cars, balls, legos, fuckin' everything
>"DADDY DIS PWACE IS NOT SCAWY," he says, shaking his head rapidly and hugging your arm
>fuckyeah.jpeg
>You pick Skit up some legos, a little rubber ball, a sketch pad and some crayons, and a little playpen because you were bluffing earlier when you said you had a safe room set up
>Yeah, you think like a real mom and figure it's best to get him creatively stimulating toys and stuff
>Shut up
 
>You bring Skit and his toys back to the car and put the bag in the backseat
>Skit has to ride up front so you can keep an eye on him
>You should probably get some kind of kiddie seat or something
>"Daddy can Skittows pway?"
"No Skit, you have to leave them back there until we get home."
>"Why?"
"Because you need to stay up here in the front seat for now. I have to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get hurt."
>"But dewe no munstas in hewe!"
>You mumble
"There's some fuckin' monsters out THERE today, I'll tell you that..."
>"Pweeeeaaasee dayddyy?"
>Eyes.jpg
>No, you have to be a mom
"No, I'm sorry, Skits, you have to wait until we get home. That's it."
>
>
>Skittles starts to cry
>"Buh... bu-buh why no-... d- daddy... pway.."
>Aw shit
>Improv
>You grab a little hanging smiley-face ball off of your mirror
>You plop it down in front of Skittles
"Here, play with that, you baby."
>Skittles looks up
>Sees the smiley face
>He gradually stops crying
 
>"n-nnew fewin-... new fweind?"
>The smiley uses its magical vocal cords to say FUCKING NOTHING
>Skit nudges the ball with his snout and it bounces back and forth towards him in the hem of the seat
>To him, it looks like it's nodding "yes"
>Skit fucking LIGHTS UP
>"NEW NEW FWEIND! Wan' pway?"
>The smiley face happily bobs yes
>"Yay! Pway, pway fun gaem!"
>So I guess the game they're playing involves seeing who can bob their heads up and down the longest
>The car's movement keeps the ball jiggling
>Well, I guess he's well pre-occupied
>
>Back home
>you've set up the playpen while Skittles is running all around the room, chasing the little smiley-face ball which he's officially named, "Geowge." (George).
 
>After fiddling with the shit for fuckin' forever, you finally erect the fluffy pony's new playpenimus maximus
>You turn and yell,
"Skit, your play house is ready."
>"Pway howse?"
>He's hugging the shit out of George right now
>Skittles scampers over with George in his mouth, and starts looking through the weird accordion-walls of the playpen and gazes upon his legos, ball, pad, crayons, and his bowl of skittles/bed all strewn out before him
>You lift him up and gently set him down in the midst of it all
>"Geowge... weuw home."
>tears
>He scampers over to the legos and begins to play with them and George while you go back to watching TV
 
>everything is fine with the world
>Time passes
>It's now 8 pm
>bed time for Skittles
>You turn off the TV and walk over to Skittles' playpen
>"Daddy why yow kiw teebie?"
"Skit, it's 8. Night time."
>"Pway time?"
"Bed time."
>He makes a pouty face
"Come on. You need your sleep
>"Pweease?"
"Come on, I know you're feeling tired now."
>"Skittows isn't tiyewd!"
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>
>
>he lets out a little yawn
"Knew it."
>Skittles groans
"There'll be plenty of time to play in the morning."
>Skittles trudged over to his bed and chomps on a skittle before you creep over to the doorway
"Goodnight, Skittles."
>He's already asleep
>You turn off the light
 
>Back to your room
>God damn it has been a long day
>yet you feel slightly more fulfilled
>Skittles is cute
>You can see yourselves being friends for a long time
>Of course, with fluffy ponies having such a high mortality rate, you'll have to keep him alive
>But you got is safe-area set up today. That's a step in the right direction.
>You get in bed
>Content
>
>
>
>Wake up
>You're getting nudged
>What the hell
"Huh? Who's there?"
>"Daddy."
>Oh god
>You lean over and turn on a lamp
>Skittles is standing on your bed
>"Skittows' nummies awn't comfsies wike daddy's bed..."
"Oh god, you wanna sleep with me, don't you?"
>"Daddy's bed is cozies, bwankets aw cozie on Skittow's weggies."
>It's too goddamn late for you to handle this level of cuteness, or wonder how the hell he got out of his playpen
"Okay, Skit, get in here."
>He lights up and gets under the covers with you, his head popping out
>You hold him in your arms
>"...daddy?"
"Nngh. Yeah?"
>"I was sayd ewiew cuz yow cawed me a baybe."
>Oh man
"Skit, I didn't mean it, you were just crying and-"
>"Skittows is gonna be a big boy fwom nao on, ok daddy? no mow cwying."
>You know that's bullshit, but you d'aww anyway
"That's great, Skittles, you are a big boy. Go to sleep."
>
>"I wuv woo daddy."
>
"I love you too, Skittles."
 
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