Selena sat proudly in the center of the room, tiny back straight, eyes shining with playful confidence.
She glanced at Dad, then slowly smacked her lips on purpose, creating a funny popping sound.
Her cheeks puffed with pride as she waited for his reaction like a tiny performer.
Dad looked up, surprised, then smiled when he understood her little invitation to play.
Selena smacked her lips again, louder this time, tilting her head dramatically for effect.
She wanted his full attention, and she wanted it now through her silly talent.
Dad laughed softly at first, pretending not to notice to tease her gently.
That only made Selena try harder, smacking faster, eyes wide with determination.
Her tail flicked with excitement as she leaned closer, making sure Dad could see everything.
Finally Dad laughed out loud, clapping his hands once in playful approval.
Selena froze in proud victory, chest rising with happiness at his laughter.
She bounced in place, smacking her lips again as if taking a joyful bow.
Dad leaned forward and copied the sound back to her.
Selena gasped in surprise, then squealed with delight at the game returning to her.
Back and forth they went, lip-smack answering lip-smack like secret playful language.
The room filled with soft laughter and silly sounds meant only for joy.
Selena’s pride grew with each shared sound, her tiny face glowing brighter each second.
She felt seen, chosen, and wonderfully important in that playful moment.
Dad finally scooped her into his arms, still copying her little sound once more.
Selena rested proudly against his chest, smacking softly one last time like a happy signature.
That tiny sound became her way of saying, “Play with me, Dad,” and he always listened.
