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Daddy's Girl

Daddy J: Ooo nice tattoo (at a model on TV)
Mommy J: I thought you didn't like tattoos.
Daddy J: Well....
Mommy J: What if your daughter goes and gets a tattoo??
Daddy J: She won't. She'll be a good girl....and even if she does, it will say " I love Daddy".

Daddy J: You bloody buffalo. Can't you find any other place to stand and talk on the phone. You're blocking the damn road.
Mommy J: Your daughter is going to call everyone buffalo if she hears you say it.
Daddy J: No she won't. She'll be a good girl...and say'dear Mr. Buffalo please move.'

Mommy J: It's Friday night. You think the lil one is going to be a party animal?
Daddy J: No No. We'll take her to the temple every Friday.
Mommy J: Temples close at 8. Party time starts only after that!
Daddy J: Uhmm..ok...uh.... it's ok. she can party!
Mommy J:(stumped) really????
Daddy J: Ya I'm cool with it! I love partying too. I'll go out with her friends as well :D

Mommy J: Let's start with an apple.
Daddy J: What about mangoes?
Mommy J: No. then we'll give her carrots.
Daddy J: Gobi Manchurian?
Mommy J: Then little rice.
Daddy J: Coffee?
Mommy J: Then some paruppu mum mum
Daddy J: Omelettes? She hasss to like egg...please please...

What is it with being a Daddy's girl? A ban on tiny clothes or some ice-cream on a cold wintery day? No permssion for late night parties or omelette from that stall on 5th cross? Playmate at 4 AM or a bellowing "NO" when you pull down a glass plate? A cuddle when sleepy or a ride on his shoulders at the zoo? A proud pat for wrapping your fingers around a toy or a kind glare for putting your fingers into a power outlet?

Daddy J: O she is such an amma Jou!!!
Mommy J: Not long before she switches sides.
Daddy J:
...turned around wondering why there was no answer when I caught that hopeful glee in his eye.

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