It wasn't that long, you just asked for your dad to come babysit your daughter for one day, just one little day so you and your wife could head to work. He was ecstatic, of course, but the sight when you came home surprised you.

This retired SAS veteran was dressed in a princess gown about ten sizes too small, his nails painted by the toddler, his makeup done by the same, having a tea party with your happy little daughter.

"Mommy!" your child laughed, coming up to you.

"Look, pappy's a princess!" she giggled. Simon just looked back at you with a sheepish grin, pink plastic teacup in hand.

"Aye. 'M a princess." he shrugged, fully accepting the role.