Me: Daddy, go make me a sammich.

Daddy: Excuse me? looks at me with a raised eyebrow

Me: Go make me a sammich, slave. giggles quietly

Daddy: slowly walks over to me

tugging on my hair which makes my head lean back

Daddy: You, little one, do not tell me what to do. I am the one in charge here, not you. Am I understood, princess?

Me: quivers and looks away tears prick my eyes Y- yes sir..

Daddy: kisses my lips softly and smiles gently now what kind of sandwich do you want, baby girl?