"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

Ringing through the air, the single syllable sound broke apart the concentrated silence. It had the desired effect: the western novel was lowered, and a single, thick black brow was cocked.

/"I thought . . ../" Trailing off, Daddy carefully closed the book, placing it on the bedside table. The covers of the double bed rippled as he slid upwards, forcing his body into a sitting position.

But above all, his eyes settled on me, basking me in his complete and undivided attention.

/"What did you thinks, Daddy?/" I asked, purring softly as I patted the yarn ball between one mittened hand to the other. The bottom of the bed had unofficially become my domain, the once pristine covers wrinkled and ruffled from the amount of rolling and wiggling it had been subjected to.

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