I got Mengele out of my bathroom half an hour later before she drowned and walked her to her room. "Daddy it's cold."
"Use your bathroom next time and you won't have to walk through the AC."
Her damn mother has the thermostat on permafrost because hey, no one else's comfort matters in this b***h and I dare any one of them to say s**t.
She hid in the closet to get dressed while I sat on her bed trying to find the right words to tell her so she would go to sleep without worrying about her little friend.
She came back in her cute little girl pajamas, face freshly scrubbed and bright eyes. This kid in no way looks ready for bed.
I patted the mattress and she climbed in with a secret little smile. I knew that s**t did not bode well for me and I was right. "Read me a story daddy."
The f**k
