Last night, Daddy and I were snuggled up, watching comedian, Dane Cook. We were talking and laughing and I made some sort of a snarky comment, with disrespectful undertones. I felt the air chill a bit as Daddy turned to me. The way his eyes were now boring down into mine made my heart begin to beat faster.
“Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap, young lady?” He asked, his voice dangerously low.
“No, Daddy, I’m sorry,” I said, quickly. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, really, I didn’t. I’m so sorry.”
He continued to stare into my eyes, deep into the depths of my soul, as if checking that my apology was indeed sincere.
Finally he said, “Watch your tone, young lady. I know we are watching comedy and having fun, but that does not give you license to speak to me however you please. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, meekly, eyes downcast.
“This is your only warning this evening.”
“Yes, Daddy…thank you,” I said, honestly grateful that I had received any warning.
“Who are you?” He asked, his voice changing. I now heard the loving Daddy tone in his voice that made my heart sing.
“I am Daddy’s beautiful, obedient baby girl,” I recited.
“And who am I?”
“You are my Husband and my Daddy,” I responded, beginning to smile.
“And who loves his baby girl?”
“Daddy does,” I said, grinning.
“Good girl,” he said, as he hit resume on the remote.
Whew….a date with the soap was not what I was wanting for our Friday night…I better check myself!
Happy Saturday, ya’all! 😊