“So what were you staring at on that other waitress?” Daddy asked as we left the restaurant.
I gave him a grin and then faked innocence.
“It was one of three things.” he said.
“Nope you tell me what you were staring at first.”
“It was actually her tattoos.” I said feeling confident he assumed it was her breasts.
“That was one of them. I figured it was her tattoos, her tits…”
“It wasn’t. Well not that I didn’t notice them.” I laughed.
“Or it was her pens.”
“I DID NOTICE HER PENS! She had all different colors!”
We were both laughing as he knows me too well.