So...the other morning I was porking the wife. Our bed makes almost a comical racket, and just in the climatic moment my almost four year old knocks on the door;
" Who is it? " I ask.
" Me daddy. "
[i]Groan[i/]
I towel my junk off and go out to the living room. She confronts me with that I-know-you-have-been-being-naughty tone.
She grins a wolf grin. " What have you been doing? "
I am flaberghasted. Did she see us through a closed door? No, she knows we have been fucking and she is giving me a ration of shit more effectively than a co-worker could. Her eyes tell me that not only does she know, she knows we are lying about it.
Where the hell does a sheltered three year old get this shit from?
Mind you, in regards to your comments, that we are talking about my daughter.
" Who is it? " I ask.
" Me daddy. "
[i]Groan[i/]
I towel my junk off and go out to the living room. She confronts me with that I-know-you-have-been-being-naughty tone.
She grins a wolf grin. " What have you been doing? "
I am flaberghasted. Did she see us through a closed door? No, she knows we have been fucking and she is giving me a ration of shit more effectively than a co-worker could. Her eyes tell me that not only does she know, she knows we are lying about it.
Where the hell does a sheltered three year old get this shit from?
Mind you, in regards to your comments, that we are talking about my daughter.