Alright, Daddy just came out of hiding. When the barrage started the dog and him exchanged some sort of secret look and went MIA. The minute he walked back in the room the child hid her pitchfork, tucked her horns under her curls and readjusted her halo. A perfect example of a smiling, beaming angel.
He wants to know why there are clumps of my hair all over the desk, “Well, dear, I have pulled it out. You want to know why there is a dent in the wall at 5 feet 2 inches in the shape of my forehead?”
He picked her up, since she was just standing there with her little hands clasped in front of her feigning innocence. He asks her if she made this huge mess, referring to the phonebook she has just torn up. She points at me. He says “Run out of hair to pull out, dear?”
He tosses in her in the air, getting a giggle that are reserved only for daddies, and tells her that he will go ahead and give her the Valentine’s present since she is his little sweetheart. Sweetheart?!? Who in the world is he talking to? This little creation of mine has redefined tantrums and would be a poster child to a two foot tall anger management class.
They left the office smiling, kissing and cooing at each other. I sat there open-mouthed, in complete shock at this schizophrenic display. I was assured at the last moment that this was nothing more than an elaborate ass-kissing scheme for goodies as she turned and stuck her little impish toungue out at me.
I am ashamed to say that I returned the gesture with the bonus thumbing of the nose for good measure.

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