Brie’s heart sank further with each restriction. She didn’t see how this could be any worse.
“Jinny, that’s for your benefit too.” He turned back to the teen. “Little Brietta here has a nasty habit of peeing in her bed if she watches something that scares her. And too much candy will upset her stomach. I don’t want you to have to deal with a big mess.”
“Daddy!” Brie whined, horrified that her father would so nonchalantly divulge her deepest, darkest, secrets.
“Shush Brie!” He snapped, making his daughter jump. “What’s more embarrassing; me telling her, or her finding your wet bed in the morning?”