"Papa, turn the radio off. I only want to hear my Papa talking to me."
"Excuse me?"
Her, with a miniature adult stern look thrown my way. "Papa, I said to turn off the radio. I mean it."
Back at her, "Young lady, mind your manners."
"Papa," She crosses her arms, turns slightly in her seat. Lowers her head a bit and again with the stern look. "You should always do what I tell you."
I think about her response for a second. Not liking the direction of this conversation.
"Little Bit, perhaps you should rephrase what you've just said to Papa."
Silence. Then, "Oh, okay. Please."
Much better.
All men should know their limitations.
Stephen
