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"Daddy!" You yell because you spilled your juice. If daddy doesn't get over here in the next ten seconds, you're gonna start crying. You feel so icky. "Daddy!" You yell again but Sam doesn't come. You start crying, that gets Sam's attention. He jogs over to your highchair.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong baby?" He picks you up and sees the the spilled juice. "Oh, baby, I see the problem. Come on, let's get you changed." He carries you to your little space room. He sets you down on your worst enemy; the changing table. You squirm as Sam tries to take off your overalls. Who does daddy think he is?
"Nuh!" You say, trying to get away.
"Please, baby boy, I need to change your clothes. I know you feel icky." Well, he's not wrong, but still, the changing table is the worst thing to ever be made! Sam sighs then slips in your binky, a red Clifford binky. This slightly startled you, which makes you freeze and Sam doesn't take that for granted. He unbuttons your overalls enough to slip it off once you start wiggling again. He manages to take off your wet diaper, wet from the spilt juice and from drinking too much juice, and wipes you clean. The coldness from the wipe makes you whine. You spit out your pacifier.
"Nuh, daddy!" You say, wiggling away again.
"Yes, baby boy, I know you don't like it but the easier you make this for me, the faster I can get this done." Wow. That was a lot of words. You stop wiggling, trying to understand what he said. Sam immediately finishes powdering you and putting on a diaper, not trying to miss this opportunity. "See? All done!" You giggle, that wasn't so bad, you were being so silly.
"Daddy!" You say and lift your arms and make grabby hands.
"Up you go, there you go." Sam places you on his hip and bounces you. You realize you're sleepy and yawn softly. "Oh? Is someone sleepy?" You shake your head.
"Nuh, I no sleepy.." You protest but your half closed eyes say otherwise. Sam chuckles softly.
"Yeah, okay. Do you wanna cuddle with Daddy then?" You nod. Sam gets your blanket, a soft, pastel blue blanket with swirls on it, and your stuffie, a white lamb with blue bows, then heads towards his room. You don't usually sleep on his room, but he promised cuddles. He lays down and positions himself with you on top of him, head laying on his chest. He slips your stuffie in your hands and drapes the blanket over you both. He realizes that he forgot your binky and gets you a new one from his drawer. He always has extra. It's a simple, white moon binky with the words "Little Moon" glued on the handle. He starts humming you to sleep, and soon, you're out like a light. Sam follows you into dreamland.