Hello everyone!

I snuck on here while Daddy's in class. I was very surprised at how many new visitors I had! Thank you all for reading!

Very early this morning I woke up and decided that Daddy needed someone to lighten his dark mood. Ever since school started, he seems so stressed and on edge. I went into his bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I looked over the various objects, searching for the perfect solution. Shaving cream was too common. Alcohol smelled. Ah! Toothpaste! I squeezed the rest of Daddy's toothpaste onto his toilet seat and rubbed it in a little so that it would blend in to the white porcelain. After quietly snickering, I washed my hands and went back to sleep. 

I was awakened by Daddy's yells. Apparently my little trick had worked, but Daddy was not at all amused as he stormed out of the bathroom in his pajamas and hair pointing in all directions. His wrathful face quickly sobered me. He picked me up, his fist wrapped around my neck. I gasped for breath as he hissed, "Where in God's creation did your brain go when you thought this was a good idea?!" He let go of me, allowing me to fall to the floor in a heap. I lay there, looking up at his furious eyes, fearing to say a word.

The raging fire in his eyes eventually dwindled down to smoldering embers. I stood up and decided this wasn't an opportune time to mention that I glued his comb to the ceiling fan. I tried to look penitent and hung my head, looking at my feet. I noticed I had a piece of lint between my toes.

Suddenly I watched the ground fall away as Daddy grabbed me and put me over his knee. After he spanked me and I had shed a few tears, Daddy remarked that he shouldn't have been so surprised with such behavior from a stuffed monkey. 

I explained that I had just wanted to help him and didn't see what the big deal was. 

Daddy gravely told me that he was very busy and didn't need these types of things putting him behind schedule, but he appreciated my attempt at helping him become less stressed. After that, he told me that if I did anything of the sort again, there'd be worse consequences.

I guess I'll have to find some other type of enjoyment. Daddy isn't in the mood for  "stunts" as he calls them.  

Bongo