Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Thirty-Nine
Tommy: “Daadaa.”
It took a moment for him to realize what he’d said, “daaaa… daaaa.. da! daaaaaaaaavid!”
He realized he was calling David Daadaa now, and it was a struggle not too, he didn’t understand where this was coming from, was it just a symptom of being so loved and cared for by a man, was he wishing his own Father had instead been David, was he replacing the idea of his absent Father with David? Tommy wasn’t sure what to make of it, his head spun with the thoughts.
David entered the room quickly.
David: “hi baby, you sleep OK? Something wrong?”
Tommy: “I’m sorry I called you Daadaa I don’t know what came over me, it’s like it’s hard to say your name right anymore.”
David: “well Tommy Daadaa has been my name for many people so if you want to call me Daadaa I don’t mind one bit, my nephew always called me Daadaa, I didn’t conceive him of course but I like being considered his Daadaa, and I would love to be YOUR Daadaa if you would have me.”
David was just leaning over the crib rails looking down at Tommy while he spoke, he wasn’t letting Tommy out without a response.
Tommy: “Uhm. hmmmm. I guess it is fitting, you do take total care of me anymore, and I do like being taken cared of. Are you sure it’s not weird to call you Daadaa? and why don’t I say dad or daddy it’s like Daadaa just feels like the default.”
David: “Daadaa is just easier, it fits better, I’m sure your just so relaxed you feel like saying what’s easiest, and that’s great I like to know you are relaxed, it lets me know I’m taking good care of you, so no it’s not weird! in my mind a Daadaa is what someone does not what someones birthed! and I think for you I’ve been a pretty good Daadaa haven’t I?”
Tommy knew this whole thing was bizarre, not just calling David Daadaa but the entire thing, what he’d been reduced to, his sheer acceptance of it, step by step he hadn’t put up any fight, but the other half of Tommy’s mind knew the reason why, he loved it, he got so much love and care and affection he’d never had all that before, he’d never realized just how much he missed what he’d never been given until now, and as bizarre as all this was it gave him that missing piece of himself, so if David would like to be called Daadaa and Tommy’s mouth wanted to say it anyway then he rationalized he may as well relax and embrace it.
Tommy:”OK Daadaa, can I get up now?”
Daadaa: “Of course Tommy.”
Daadaa lowered the rail of the crib, Daadaa went back downstairs and Tommy climbed out and onto the floor and followed after him, his messy wet bottom high in the air as he did.
Tommy finished his slow backward climb down the stairs a knee at a time and crawled to the dining table.
Daadaa was finished setting up breakfast and lifted Tommy into his chair.
Tommy: “Hey Daadaa? Can we take off the watch? it’s winter break I’m not going anywhere!”
Daadaa: “Does it bother you Tommy?”
Tommy: “Well, no, I just figured it’s pointless.”
Daadaa: “It’s not pointless! what if someone sneaks into here when I’m not looking and tries to abduct you! with that watch I will track them down and make them regret it!”
Tommy giggled.
Daadaa got on with feeding Tommy.
The rest of the day settled into a new break time routine, after breakfast was a bath and new diaper, Tommy then spent all his time in the playpen Daadaa made sure to give him bottles often, burping Tommy after each one, and occasionally checked his diaper, he got two changes, one was messy, both times he was changed in his playpen on the changing mat from the diaper bag. He watched more rugrats marathons, he wasn’t sure why they were doing so much rugrats marathons, but he was glad for it, it was quickly becoming one of his top 3 favorite shows.
Eventually some of the episodes were reruns he had already seen, so he turned to the baby toys for stimulation during those episodes, he analyzed one toy at a time, one toy was an etch a sketch with thick green plastic encasing it, he struggled to grab the stylus with his mittens, eventually he spit out his pacifier and tried drawing the stylus in his teeth, he could only make scribbles, but he noticed they were colored, he scribbled the whole screen to reveal the screen had color zones one quarter was red one quarter was green one quarter was blue and one quarter was yellow, he thought it was neat that nowadays they could make the etch a sketch colored like that, he dropped the etch a sketch tired of using his teeth to draw and crawled over to the next toy, there was a collection of 4 toy cars, they were big, the size of his head, they were brightly colored various colors and had sticker on the windshield to show a driver there was a calf, a dog, a squirrel, and a cat. The cars each had an elevated button sticking out of the top, Tommy pushed the button and it depressed all the way down to the cars roof, then when he let go the car sped off! Neat he thought, the car could be powered for a moment with the button, he pushed the button on the other two cars, and they sped off too, he crawled after them, then lined them up like on a starting line, he only had two mittens, so he pushed two buttons at the same time and let go, he watched to see which one was faster and which one went further, he then did the two buttons on the remaining cars, he picked the winners and then raced the winners against each other, he did this for both categories, he figured out which car was the fastest, it was the cat, he declared the cat the winner of the race and decided it was his favorite, the car that went the furthest he declared to be second place winner it was the squirrel, and made it the cats companion, they would stick together. The two losers he decided he didn’t care for and set them the furthest away, where they’d be out of his way, he played with his two favorite cars awhile more and then looked to the next toy, he crawled over to it and looked it over closely it was like a marble run tower but much bigger, and had big plastic balls instead of marbles, 2inchs diameter, the thing was tall if he could stand up it’d probably be his height, he noticed it was assembled out of small pieces, that it could be disassembled and reassembled in whatever form one wished, that each segment was small enough to redesign the thing a million different ways, he grabbed one of the plastic balls between his two mittens and carefully lifted it to the big hole on the top, it was a hard reach he had to sit up on his knees and lift his arms all the way above his head, at the maximum of his reach the ball slipped from his clasp and fell to the ground, he had to crawl after it, he had to roll it back to the tower before crawling back to the tower then trying again, he got the ball into the hole this time and watched it race through the course, going down slides and twists and curves and spirals, even leaping gaps here and there, he was actually impressed something like this was a kids toy.
The truth was Daadaa had bought 4 of these sets and combined them all together for Tommy, normally a toddler would get a single set of these parts and the tower couldn’t be this tall. Daadaa was sitting on the couch watching Tommy through all of this, pleased to see Tommy finally letting his guard down and playing with his toys, glad to see Tommy was able to enjoy them, and didn’t find them boring or stupid, Daadaa had intended to work this sort of behavior into the ocean whispers but Tommy didn’t seem to need that suggestion, he was enjoying his baby toys of his own free will.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Thirty-Nine.
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