I couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping as I remembered how he’d tricked me with that line once before.
“Oh no… you aren’t getting me like that again.” I said pointing up at him.
Daddy Phil smiled wider and gave me a playful push, “Get going smartly pants.”
“Don’t you mean ‘smarty pants’? I asked and he tried to give me a shoe in my backside but I was too quick for him.
In my room Phil closed my bedroom door before going over and sitting on the side of my bed.
“Goodness, you sleep on this thing?” he commented when he felt how soft it was.
“I know! It’s murder getting out of it in the mornings too.” I said.