S&S: “Pass the sugar, daddy?”
Will, drinking chai, snorts, chokes, gasps and sprays us all. Nastiness.
I pull a blank while I glare at him for a few seconds. Then realization hits and I literally fall out of my chair laughing.
Will: “Do not. Do not ever say that again. EVER.”
My parents, naturally, asked why we were laughing.
They still don’t get it, and they probably never will because I refuse to explain sugardaddy to my folks. Not in this lifetime.
See, my daddy chooses to remain blissfully ignorant of his daughter’s ‘knowledge.’ Even if, while we’re watching T.V, I accidently let out a snort at some obvious sexual innuendo or something ‘I’m not supposed to get,’ he won’t say anything.
He prefers to be in his happy place, where his daughter has a pure, uncorrupt mind. And generally, I prefer to let him.