Daddy is glaring at me. That is practically his second occupation for him, these days... or maybe the first. Come to think of it I haven't seen him go to work for quite some time now though he works at home on his laptop in his study. I keep the spoon that I was using to play with my food on the tray and smile at him. I hope he is not mad at me yet. I am happy and excited today. I want to do something, anything. Maybe I could run in the park? Before I realize I am bouncing on my chair again.
"What's up with you since last night, little girl? What's gotten you so excited? Are you planning on being naughty?" He keeps his spoon on his plate and looks at me.
"Naughty, me? No daddy!" I grin at him. The things I am planning on doing or might have already done surely isn't naughty, right?
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