This was the oddest family meeting we ever had in history.

"But Daddy!" She whined like a petulant child. She probably added the pout for extra effect. But I wasn't judging.

"Stop acting like a spoiled brat and grow up." He replied. With a smile. What an odd father.

"I can't." There was that pout again. That lovely lippy pout. I was in love.

She looked me straight in the eye then and I tried not to sit up any straighter and puff out my chest. "What do you think, then? Do you think I'm acting like a spoiled brat?" She glared at me when I hesitated.

"NO!" I answered too loudly and abruptly to make my point. He looked at me then and I felt like a human boy looking at his dates' strict father. My eyes were probably looking like they were golf balls. Or tennis balls.

But she like my tennis ball eyes so I was okay with that.