Daddy comes home from work and walks upstairs so he can relax and unwind before dinner. Daddy works so hard and he is tired, but he stops at my open bedroom door to ask me about my day. He finds me on my bed doing my homework. I say, “Hi Daddy,” and he asks about my homework. I complain and whine that my math is really hard tonight.
Daddy comes into my room. He takes off his jacket and tie. He sits next to me on my bed looks at my math homework. Daddy runs his hands on my legs as he helps solve the problems on the sheet.
Maybe if I listen and get it all my math done, there will be some time for Daddy and me to play before dinner.
Love and kisses,
Miley
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