3 Years, 2 Months, 2 Weeks & 3 Days into Daddyhood

She’s caught me.

I’ve been sussed.

She’ll never look at me the same way again.

“Why your face like that, Dad?”

I look up from the laptop. “Like what?”

She thrusts her face forward and scrunches it up, approximating Dad’s Concentratey Face.

“Erm… I was just… it’s hard to explain…”

“Okay” – and she turns back to her TV programme.

Later I think I could have pointed out that she sticks her tongue out when she’s concentrating on something. But it probably would have just upset her.