My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 6/Part 2: Still the Next Day

Bobby's POV:

"So, this is it, is it?" Henny says, looking around Daddy's small apartment. She's right. It really isn't much, but I don't care. I love it. Okay, maybe I wish I could have my own room but whatever.

"Yep, this is it," Daddy says. "So, what? You gonna fix it for me?"

Henny ignores his question and goes into the bedroom to sit on the bed. She continues to look around and stays quiet for quite a while. I can tell Daddy is getting impatient because he starts huffing like some horse. "Sure I am," Henny finally says. Her face begins to shine as she gets up and smooths out the wallpaper. "Bobby."

"Yeah?" I say, grabbing her hand.

"How would you like it if we built you a little room of your own?"

I laugh at the thought. "Where?"

"Right here." She shows me one corner of Daddy's room over by the end of his bed. "Do you like forts?"

"Yeah I do!"

"Okay, that settles it then. We're gonna put a tent in here that's just the right size for you."

"Geez, really?" I say, wanting to squeeze her for thinking up such a neat idea. I look at Daddy to be sure it's okay, but he's not even paying attention. He's just playing with his silly comb. "Daddy?" I say, tugging his jean pocket.

"Yeah, kid?" He says, finally looking down at me.

"Can I have a fort in here? It would be like my bedroom. It was Henny's idea."

Daddy looks at her then at his sort of small room. "Sure, I don't see why not." He begins to study the spot that Henny points to. "However, Henny, where in the world is he gonna put his stuff we just bought if there's a fort in here?"

Henny clears her throat and widens her eyes. "Have you noticed how much junk you keep in here? Are you a chipmunk that hoards all his acorns in one tree?" Without warning, she starts taking out all Daddy's stuff. If I were Daddy, I'd be pretty mad.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute," Daddy says. Oh no. Here it goes. He's gonna blow his top. He then starts blocking the doorway, so Henny just walks over to the window, acting like she's gonna just chuck his stuff out of it. "Henny, what are you doing? That's my red blazer!"

"And when do you ever wear this red blazer, Fonzie?" Henny asks.

Daddy grunts and folds his arms. Is he pouting? That man is a funny one. I actually think he is. "At Christmas time maybe."

"And what about all this?" Henny goes over to Daddy's overflowing closet and starts picking it up.

"I just haven't gotten around to wearing all those yet. No use in rushing it. Fashion is an art. One's gotta be choosy, and I'm the choosiest, as you can see." He flashes his black leather jacket at her. I don't think she's convinced.

"Is that so?" Henny says. "Well, when do you suppose you're going to wear this, hmm?" She pulls out a funny looking green plaid pair of pants. Wow. She reminds me of my Mommy, always messing with people's stuff that isn't hers. Huh. I wonder if Daddy has a mommy. I guess I'll ask that later.

Daddy looks like he might faint. He sighs and collapses on the bed face first. "Stop," he moans. "I can't do this right now."

Henny goes over to him and plants a quick smack on his tush. I try to hold my laugh in, but I can't help smiling at Daddy getting himself in trouble. I didn't even think he could get in trouble. Do adults get in trouble like kids do?

"Fonzie, now's not the time to be lazy. C'mon, what kind of lesson are you teaching your kid right now?" Henny yells.

Fonzie's POV: