#Chapter111
The kitchen wasn't that big of a place, but I liked being in there. I especially liked when Daddy would help me sit on the side because it usually meant that I was going to get yummies. He had stopped to let me collect my Freddy and Frankie, and all three of us were now watching as he rinsed out my bottle, humming softly as he did so.
/"What are we drinking, baby Eyes?/" Daddy asked as he dried it with a dishcloth. /"Do we want water or hot chocolate?/"
/"Pop,/" I said.
Daddy shook his head. /"No pop. You don't get to have any pop tonight, or watch t.v. Do you remember why?/"
I did remember why, but recalling it had my cheeks flaming. I held Frankie in front of my face so Daddy couldn't see my guiltiness. /"No. I no remember. I no remember doing spitty at you./"
/"You don't remember what you did?/" Daddy said, /"But you didn't be a naughty boy and spit at me?/"
I nodded. Now he was getting it!
