I Have A Special Visitor

At night I have a special visitor that comes to see me. After Mommy tucks me into bed I stay up waiting for him. He knocks on my window and I let him in. He told me his name was Steve.

At first I was scared because I thought he might be a monster, but he said he was a friend of Mommy's. He plays dolls and house with me, we have tea parties, and he lets me show him all my princess dresses. I'm really sad when he has to leave but he says Mommy doesn't like him there even though they are friends. I'm not supposed to tell her.

Steve said he would take me on a trip one day if Mommy lets him. We will go on a road trip to Disneyland and eat all the good snacks and go on my favorite rides. I can't wait, but he says not right now because it would make Mommy mad.

I really really want to go, so I asked Mommy why she doesn't like her friend Steve anymore. She acted really weird and dropped her cup on the floor. She said she didn't know anyone named Steve.

But then Daddy asked her,

"Didn't you have an ex-boyfriend named Steve?"

I couldn't hear what she said but she left and I didn't get to ask her about the trip.

I told Steve I was sad because we still couldn't go. But he told me it was alright, and that we will still go. He said it was because he was my real Daddy. He told me that if we wanted to go on the trip, all we have to do is get rid of the other Daddy.

I’m so excited!

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