“Daddy, I dreamed about a butterfly last night,” the BabyGirl said as her Daddy lifted her out of the tub from her morning bath.
“You did?” he asked, wrapping a towel around her and setting her on his knee to dry her off.
“Yes,” she nodded with a little girl’s tone in her voice. “Everything was really, really bright. An’ da butterfly came in through da window. So I stood up on da bed. I know you told me never to stand on my bed, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Princess,” her Daddy said with a grin to her innocence. “What happened next?”
“Well, I lifted my hand up an’ da butterfly landed on my fingers,” she said as her Daddy lifted her up, swaddled in the towel as he carried her to her nursery. “It landed there an’ slowly flapped its wings. Like dis.”
She stretched her arms out and flapped them as her Daddy placed her on her changing table and unswaddled her from the towel.
“Do you know what that means, Angel?” her Daddy asked as he took a diaper from the shelves beneath her.
“What?” she asked, tilting her head to the side in wonder.
“Butterflies that enter your room are telling you someone who loves you is coming to see you,” her Daddy said, raising her legs and bottom up to slide the diaper underneath her. “And when a butterfly lands on you, it means you have good luck.”
The BabyGirl’s eyes grew mesmerized with the tale her Daddy was telling. And her littleness grew within her as he took powder to her bottom and then her front before lowering her tooshy into the diaper.
“And tummyflies are those good feelings inside you,” he continued, bringing the front of her diaper up and into place flapping the edges like butterfly wings before he fastened the tapes at her hips.
She giggled at his sillyness, squirming a little at the tummyflies that he had just placed inside her to flutter her with littleness.
“But I think beyond everything else, that butterfly knew how wonderful you are and wanted to be your friend,” he said, patting her diapered bottom before lifting her up into his arms and carrying her to the high chair in the kitchen for breakfast. “And it was saying hello to you by flapping its wings.”
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