A tall man with dark hair graying at the temples.
Spots of scaly, flaking flesh cover his body.
His hazel eyes twinkle
And without a word you know he's concentrating.

His muscular arms circle around me
And I relax against his broad chest.
His coffee breath tickles my ear as he leans forward.
A shiver of excitement runs through me.
The others at the table look at me expectantly.
I tip my head back and look into his eyes and smile.
He smiles in return before turning his attention back to the task at hand.

My blue eyes follow his and I exclaim "Look at all the Mommies and Daddies."
He sighs, and heaves me off his lap. "Go bother your mother."
Hurt fills my soul, but I do as I'm told.

As I leave I hear them say. "C'mon Jack. It's just Poker.
She isn't hurting anybody."
He grunts, but then concedes.
Joyfully I clamor back onto his lap.
He whispers in my ear.
"You can stay, but stop telling Uncle Butch what Daddy has in his hand."