daddy issues

squeal! daddy!!

The reddest sausage of them all was laying on her belly with her chubby hind legs stretched behind her in a v-formation as if she were doing some yoga position. The little babe was soundly asleep --what a surprise-- when her dad walked in.

When the touch of his nose reached her back, the tiny girl squirmed, giving a soft whimper to awknowledge his presence, even if she didn't see him, she recognized his fragrance. She had learned to recognize most of her family's odours by now; Larus for example smelled of saliva and milk while Jokull had a stronger scent. But definitely the one she liked best was her mum's, warm milk, comforting and sweet.

After wiggling her foot for a bit, the babe tried to find another position since she felt that laying on her belly for to long was beginning to disturb her milk-filled belly and by staying in this position she was prone to liberate gasses more easily. Slowly she allowed herself to roll on her side, but as she was repositioning her little paws a toot! escaped from her bottom. --oops.