Daddy's Little Girl

Summary: Danny and his daughter have a little heart to heart

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

Dedication: To my dad and his "Lesson Chair" which I spent far too many hours in when I was six.

Dark brows grew together in frustration as she prepared herself yet again to climb the kitchen drawers like a ladder. She made it up three before the sharp edges on the handles hurt her feet too badly and she dropped to the ground. She reached up and groped around the counter some more. She bit her lip at discovering her mother had put the cookies at the back of the counter.

She padded quickly to the door and looked over into the living room and up the stairs. Upon seeing that the coast was clear she darted back over. The little blue eyes drifted shut and the girl counted quietly. "One, two, three." Little eyes snapped open and were now a neon shade of green thought nothing else about her appearance had changed.

She stared hard as if she could see through the counter to the bag of double stuffed Oreo cookies sitting just out of reach. Mommy could be so mean sometimes. Little green eyes narrowed in concentration and she held her hands up and wiggled her fingers in a come-to-me motion. The bag around the container rattled and began inching forward. "Come on, come to Carrie."

After about ten painstaking seconds the bag was finally at the edge and started to tip over when suddenly the jerky motions were replaced with one smooth one as the bag floated up in the air and went right over her head. Carrie Fenton tipped her head back and watched the yummy cookies float right into her Daddy's waiting open hand.

Carrie spun around. "Hi daddy," she said in a sing song voice, twisting her shoulders, and slapping on her most charming innocent smile. His face remained grumpy looking. "You know what my teacher told me? She said if you keep your face like that it will stick." Daddy didn't stop looking grumpy.

"Change your eyes back." He didn't sound happy.

Carrie sighed and closed her eyes, counted to three, nodding with each number. As she opened her eyes, the cookies were gone from daddy's hand, and it was stretched out. The six-year-old marched over and put her hand in his. "How was your day? Mine was good other than I'm in trouble now." Daddy didn't smile but his eyes got nicer. "We're going to the lesson chair, aren't we?"

"Mm-hmm."

Carrie looked down at the carpet as her dad led her over to the red recliner in the corner, that she called the lesson chair. Cause whenever her dad sat her down there he said 'You have to learn a lesson from this'. Carrie decided she didn't like that chair. "Can't we just pretend we did it and I can go play? I mean I've had a lot of lessons so we've probably talked about it before."

She looked up as her dad just sat down and pulled her into his lap. "You have had this lesson before but you didn't listen so we're going to have it again."

"I think that's a waste of your time. I mean your really busy and—"

Daddy shook his head. "You can save it for your teacher, Care, cause it's not going to work on me."

She sighed. "That's just because you're filled with frustration. You need to take Advil." Her father shot her a strange look. She leaned up and whispered in his ear. "I saw that on TV."

Daddy rolled his blue eyes. "Carrie Samantha Fenton—"

"That's my name when I'm in trouble, isn't it?"

Daddy ignored her. "What have your mother and I told you about using your powers?"

"I forget," she murmered, squirming in her dad's lap.

His eyes got angry again. "We told you not to use them unless it's an emergency."

Little dark hair popped up, her high little ponytail flipped forward, making her look very much like her mother.

"But it was a 'mergency! I was gonna shrivel up and die, I was so hungry! And the cookies were way back there," she said throwing up her arms for emphasis.

"Carrie!" The little girl bit her lip and stared at her Daddy's arm so she wouldn't have to look at his face. "We've discussed this. Tell me what an emergency is."

"When somebody's hurt or going to get hurt." The sentence came back sounding very rehearsed.

Her dad put a finger under her chin and made her look up at him. "Were the Oreos going to hurt anyone?"

Carrie sat for a moment. "Maybe..."

"Carrie," her dad warned.

She sighed, sky blue eyes drifting to stare at a corner of the ceiling. "No. They probably wouldn't hurt anyone but you never know. Those nummy cookies can be very tricky."

Her dad shut his eyes and took a deep breath, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like "Why do I even try?"

"Are we done with my lesson yet? Cause I want to watch my Sesame Street tape."

Danny sighed. "Why not? I'm going to have to have this talk with you a million more times."

Blue eyes blinked. "Is a million more than seventeen? Cause that's as high as I can count without messing up."

Her dad laughed. "A little bit more."

"Oh," she looked down at her lap.

Her dad hugged her and kissed her bangs. "Just go watch Big Bird, alright?"

"Oh, I don't like Big Bird today." She crawled out of her dad's lap. "I like Bert and Ernie."

Her dad nodded slowly with a smile. "I see. Ernie was always my favorite anyway."

"Really? What was Mommy's?"

Danny smiled. "Oscar the Grouch. She patterned her life after him."

Carrie cocked her head to the side, her little ponytail flipping to the side. "What's that mean?"

"Nothing," Danny said with a smirk.

The little Fenton wrinkled her nose. "Bert and Ernie are way better anyway."

"Of course they are," Danny grinned as he watched his little girl put the tape in and then run all the way across the room to get the remote control to turn the VCR on. He sighed thinking of all the work he had had to bring home tonight. He got out of the chair and started for the door.

She dropped herself to the floor in front of the TV. "Daddy," she called falling onto her back, twisting her neck at an awkward angle to stare at her dad.

"Yeah, Princess?"

She bit her lip for a moment before answering. "I'm still hungry."