So… Ready for the next installment? Huh? Okay, let's go!
"Stop it Amelia…" Jack chuckled as he tried to buckle up the youngest member of the Dalton clan.
"Ow, that hurts!" he frowned as he backed away from the kid and the car seat, his right hand coming up to rub against the spot where the three year old had pulled on his hairs. "The other ones might be additional reasons to why my hair is grey, but you're gonna be the reason I lose my hair…"
The little girl giggled, and Jack couldn't keep his face straight any longer. "Okay, maybe not…"
"Can we play?"
"Play? Not now…" Jack shook his head, as he quickly swooped in and buckled his daughter up.
"I want to play…" his daughter started to sulk.
"Okay, but we're about to drive now… And I can't play with you in the car. Maybe when we get home? Okay?"
The kid looked like she was thinking about it for a second, before she nodded eagerly.
"Can we play with Barbie when we get home?"
"Sure…" he nodded with a grin, "We'll play with Barbie…"
That was something he never would have thought he'd ever agree to before he became a father for the first time. But for his kids, he'd do anything.
Can anyone else see Jack playing with Barbie dolls since (one of) his kid(s) asked him to? Well… I can. (Because there are usually some people in your life you'd happily make a total fool of yourself for, and it wouldn't be weird if that was a toddler…)
