Tis’ moments like this that I am so happy I fell in love with the father of my brat. Here he is lovingly drying and combing her hair after she had taken a shower and washed her hair on a Sunday. You see, every Sunday, it is PB’s time with the kid, I do nothing on this day, he cooks, he cleans the bathtub for her to shower and feed her and do everything for her on Sundays.
The brat loves her daddy time, she misses him when he is at work although she spends every waking hour with either both of us or one of us if she wasn’t in school. But yes, I’m very blessed because PB just do things for the brat and never ever say no when I need him to run an errand for me even if he was hungry and wants to come home to eat and rest.