My tummy hurts…

I knocked softly at the door to my Daddy’s study. I knew he was busy working on things for his business, but I really needed his attention.

“Come in, Sweetheart”.

I pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. I was wearing my Cookie Monster t-shirt and Care Bear panties. I had a sad look on my face.

“Come here, Precious. Sit on Daddy’s knee and tell him what’s wrong”, he said lovingly as he pushed his chair away from the desk to make room for me.

Once curled up in his arms, he asked me again, “What’s wrong?”

I tried to swallow my tears as I answered. “My tummy hurts”.

“Do you need to eat something? Is that it?”

I shook my head as a tear escaped and trickled down my cheek. “Tummy’s not hungry”.

“Are you worried about something? Did you break something while Daddy’s been busy?”

I shook my head again. “No, Daddy. I was watching TV like a good girl”.

“Hhmm…” Daddy paused a moment, unable to think of anything else to suggest. Then he said, “Did you go potty today?”

More tears were running down my cheeks.