Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Bouncing as I sang the Wheels song again, I watched as Uncle Cohen shook his head, acting very silly as he walked around the car. Uncle Cohen talked to himself. He wasn’t even little talking to his stuffies. It was just him.
I giggled as he opened the door and I kissed his cheek again as he took the box of yummy pizza. “I didn’t spill it.”
He chuckled, nodding and kissing my forehead as he unbuckled me. “You didn’t spill even when you were dancing.”
“Bopping, Uncle Cohen. It’s bopping your feet if that’s the only part that moves.” Uncle Cohen took my hand and helped me out of the car as he chuckled. “You got me songs.”
He shrugged and grinned. “I was thinking of you the other day, so I decided they would be fun.”
Uncle Cohen always found the most fun things. “Round and round. Up and down.”
He swung my hand as we walked toward the building, but I had to be good and pretend to be grown-up because my neighbors were nosy and there were other people. But Uncle Cohen didn’t let go of my hand and he kept swinging it back and forth. He even hummed the Wheels song as we went up, which made Mrs. White look at him funny, but Uncle Cohen pretended not to notice.
I was so good I was grown-up boring until we got into my apartment, then the giggles escaped. “Uncle Cohen…”
He laughed, shrugging. “I thought you forgot we were going to have little fun tonight.”
Shaking my head, I emptied out my pockets and took off my shoes because that was what I had to do. “No, I’m very good at playing pretend. I can even talk about boring things if I have to.”
I really didn’t understand why people wanted to stay grown-up all the time. Daddies were supposed to, but for everyone else that just seemed silly.
Uncle Cohen laughed and shook his head like I was the funniest boy he’d ever met. “Come on, cutie. Let’s figure out what we’re going to do.”
Bouncing, I jumped closer to him and laughed as he wrapped me tight so I didn’t fall. “Books and toys and cartoons and ice cream and cookies and cuddles and—”
He kissed my nose.
My giggle stopped my brain and I forgot my list.
“You have so many good ideas.” His big smile made me all warm and fuzzy. “But how about we talk to your Daddy first? Then we can play and watch cartoons, and he’ll have seen that I made sure his good boy had food.”
Oh…
Wiggling from foot to foot, I looked up at Uncle Cohen. “Is that okay? I don’t know the rules.”
Uncle Cohen cocked his head and got a good thinking face. “I don’t think we have rules for this, so we’re going to make up our own. And I say that means when we’re together we call your Daddy and tell him all about your day. Then we can play and have book time or watch cartoons.”
“Or have ice cream?” Big me had felt very sad yesterday, so I’d gotten lots.
Uncle Cohen rolled his eyes like they were balls. “Your Daddy is going to kill me.”
Yay.
That was a yes.
But I knew I couldn’t giggle, so I gave Uncle Cohen really good big eyes and leaned in close. “I won’t tell. I’m a good boy.”
He groaned.
Yay.
Ice cream and cookies, here I came.
But no gloating because that would ruin it. “Let’s go find Daddy.”
Uncle Cohen laughed. “We didn’t lose him. He’s on the train.”
I shrugged and grabbed his hand. “But he’s not here and the phone has to find him.”
Zooming Uncle Cohen to the living room, I pulled him to the couch. “I have a thingy. I’ll hurry.”
Uncle Cohen was so silly he giggled. “I’ll put the pizza away while you hurry.”
He wasn’t very zoomy, so I let him do that while I hurried to the playroom. It was in the closet. I wasn’t sure why it was in the closet but I’d seen it there…sometime. Last week? Yesterday? Where was it? Here!
“I have it, Uncle Cohen.” Hopping up, I zoomed back to the living room. “Here.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.” He kissed my forehead as he took my phone stand thingy and set it on the coffee table. “That’s going to work out wonderfully.”
Yay.
Would that get me sprinkles too?
“Let’s see what your Daddy is doing.” Uncle Cohen plopped down on the couch and then pulled me down too. As I laughed and squirmed on his lap, he made faces as he called Daddy, so I kept laughing and laughing.
“You two look like you’ve been drinking slushies.” Daddy’s voice had the giggle stopping and I looked at the phone.
“Daddy.” He was there. “I’ve been very good.”
“One second, cutie.” Uncle Cohen made me wait and wait and wait as he fixed the stand and made Daddy perfect. “There.”