My Little Scootsy

While walking to the park, Scoots and I were very chatty with each other. I take her out of my jacket and hold her like you would a toddler, her head over my shoulder.

"So, Scootaloo", I say.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I see you have wings, but can you fly?"

"No. I won't be able to fly until I'm eight".

"Oh, that explains it".

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Scootaloo and I finally get to the park. It isn't crowded, which is very rare. Usually, it's so crowded, you couldn't walk twenty steps without bumping in to something or someone. I set Scootaloo down on the ground.

"So, what do you want to do?", I ask her. She thinks about it for a while. Then she smiles.

"I wanna swing!!", she said, her voice sounding very excited.

"OK" She and I walk over to the swing-set. She sits into one, but doesn't do anything. "Aren't you going to swing?" She blushes.

"I don't really know how to swing myself. Can you please push me?" I smile and nod. She grabs the chains and I give her a good push. She goes into the air and screams with excitement. She comes back and I push her again. Scootaloo kept screaming and laughing with excitement. Once again, I feel it. The parent love.

"I'm gonna jump!", Scootaloo says. Before I can oppose to her decision, she jumps right out of the swing and lands on her front legs, like a headstand.

"Are you OK?", I say. Scootaloo stands up and shakes her head.

"I'm fine", she says. I smile.

"OK". Scootaloo looks to her right and sees a tire swing.

"Can I go on the tire swing?"

"Sure". We walk over to the tire swing. However, when Scootaloo tries to get on, she fall off. She tries again, but does the same thing. She looks at me again.

"Can you help me get on?". I nod and set her in the swing the way a human would. She grabs the chains.

"So, how fast do you want to go?", I ask her.

"Fast!", she says. I push her outward, and then twist my direction to make her spin. She screams with excitement. "This is so awesome!"

After playing on the tire swing, I let her off. Scootaloo runs over to the slide and starts playing. While she plays, I sit down on a park bench and watched her slide. Seeing her play and enjoy herself makes me warm inside. The love came back and I rested my back against the bench, smiling as I watch Scootaloo play by herself.

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After playing on swings, slides, and teeter-totters, it got late. The Sun was setting. Scootaloo and I started walking from the park. Once again, I was carrying her like a toddler.

"Did you have fun?", I ask her.

"Yeah!", Scootaloo said, "That was awesome!"

"OK. Before we go home, I've got a little surprise for you".

"What is it?"

"Can't tell you. It's a surprise".

"OK".

I keep walking while carrying Scootaloo. I can hear her hum a small tune to herself. She's really enjoying herself. I rub her back lightly while she hums to herself.

After a few minutes of walking, I finally reach the place I was going for. My favorite ice cream parlor.

"We're here, Scoots", I say to her. She looks forward.

"Ice cream?", she asks.

"Yes. That's why we're here. I figured you would be hungry right now".

"I am... a little".

"OK, so what flavor do you want?".

"Chocolate, please".

"Hmph, good choice", I say. I set her down on the bench. "OK. You stay there while I get the ice cream. OK?"

"OK, Daddy".

After about five minutes, I get Scootaloo's and my ice cream. Chocolate for her and mint-chocolate-chip for me. I sit down next to and Scootaloo sits in my lap. I hand Scootaloo her ice cream cone, which she instantly begins eating. I eat my own ice cream while resting my back against the bench.

After a while, we finish our ice cream. I notice a huge puddle of ice cream on Scootaloo's face.

"Do you need a napkin?", I ask her. She looks up at me and nods. I take a napkin and wipe Scootaloo's face clean. After throwing away the napkin, I carry Scootaloo home.

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Once we get home, Scootaloo yawns loudly. I smile as I coo at her.

"Is my little Scootsy getting sleepy?", I coo.

"I'm not... *yawn*... sleepy", she says, trying to stay awake. I walk up to my room and sit down on my bed. I put Scootaloo in my arms, like a baby. I cradle her lightly. "*Yawn* Elijah?"

"Yes, Scootsy?"

"Can I... sleep with... *yawn* you?"

"Yes, Sweetie". I still cradle Scootaloo until she yawns again and buries her face into my shirt, falling asleep. Her soft breathing indicating this. I smile and kiss her muzzle. I tuck her in and cuddle her.

"Goodnight, Scootsy", I say, petting her mane, "I love you". I fall asleep with a smile on my face.