Piper Perri Fall Down - Dad Exclusive

He lay sprawled on his back on the carpet, one leg bent awkwardly, his glasses askew, arms spread out like he was making a snow angel in the beige fibers. He let out a groan of exaggerated, Shakespearean suffering.

“Dad, you’re so silly,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. piper perri fall down dad

He finally relented, pulling her into a hug. They lay there together on the floor, surrounded by scattered blocks and the fallen Hot Wheels car. Piper’s head rested on his chest, rising and falling with his breath. He lay sprawled on his back on the

David grinned, a wide, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Sweet pea, that is the smartest thing I’ve heard all week.” He finally relented, pulling her into a hug

Piper was a whirlwind of pigtails and determination. Her tiny fingers, still bearing faint smudges of grape jelly from lunch, carefully placed a red plastic block onto a wobbly blue one. She squinted one eye, stuck out her tongue in concentration, and whispered her sacred building mantra: "Steady... steady... don't be a shaky Jake."

The tower had reached an impressive eighteen blocks. It was a structural marvel, leaning slightly to the left but held together by sheer willpower and the hope that gravity would take the day off. Her father, David Perri, sat on the nearby beige sofa, a cup of lukewarm coffee in one hand and a well-thumbed mystery novel in the other. He was supposed to be reading, but really, he was watching Piper. Watching her was his favorite hobby.