Where ISSS Papa?

I am drinking my morning coffee.

Little SweetCheeks makes her

way down the stairs and sits

at the kitchen island.

she props herself there for a

minute as she continues to wake up.

Nana, Where isss Papa?
He's sleeping, SweetCheeks.
Oh..Does hims look like thisss?
Umm-hmmm..
pretty close!I gonna go push hims
eyeballs open
like thisss.
okay, Nana?
Go for it, SweetCheeks!Guess what our favorite book
flavor-of-the-month is
right now?
It is

Papa has his sleep mask on..

cuz he wants to stay pretty..

er...I mean...because

he had surgery several years

ago and he is light

sensitive.

He also has his special

BLUE PILLOW CASE

because he doesn't care about

color coordination..

he just likes his

BLUE PILLOW CASE.Uhhh...ohhh..

HOP ON POP!

"Pop" rolls her off

and she runs away

screaming..

Saffe me, Nana..

Saffe me!

Christmas Day afternoon

finds Papa

sleeping on the

sofa in the family room...

whilst Nana & Mama

are busy cleaning TPot's kitchen.

SweetCheeks pats his

head to wake him up.

Oooops! THAT doesn't seem

to be working.

Hey, Nana,

Whatch thisss..

Ih'm gonna

HOP ON POP.

Wait! There's no how to

do it on the couch..

I gonna hop on his head,

Okay, Nana?

Go for it!

Papa wakes up and

tries to push her off.

She does a bit of a

contortionist act..

And then runs away

screaming..

Saffe me, Nana..saffe me!

I suppose by next year,

like her sisters before her..

she will no longer hop on pop

to wake him up..

nor will she pretend to be

scared and run away screaming..

So...

just for today..

I will enjoy this moment

of unfettered childhood pleasure...

and I will SAFFFE her

from the ogre!

Run-SweetCheeks-Run