We had a busy weekend filled with sports, the pool, and family and just enjoying each other’s company. There was not very much alone time but we spent a lot of quality time together and with the kids just goofing around and having fun. Daddy's daughter was with us this entire weekend which typically happens every other weekend and I guess that means she is just not used to the way we interact. My girls are always with us and now I know they must really have some general understanding of how our dynamic works. (Of course they don't hear the words Master or Slave and they know nothing of punishment).
Daddy is very respectful and enjoys doing things for me. He is constantly telling me to sit while he takes care of things for all the girls. I do like to do everything for him which sometimes causes him some frustration but he lets me know when that is starting to happen and I stop puttering around when told. We are very affectionate around the girls and just a loving, happy group.
All five of us were in the kitchen and to be quite honest I don't really remember what we were all even doing. Daddy must have said something to me and I complied. I and my two girls did not even notice this as something strange since we are all together all the time. Daddy's daughter came out of nowhere and said "DB (ok she used my real name) Daddy's not the boss of you; you don't have to listen to what he says all the time". I didn't respond right away because I was concentrating too hard on stifling my laugh. My older daughter, who is still pretty young looked at her and answers "Oh yes he is and he's the boss of me too".
I have to say we just looked at each other and smiled and went about our business. It was pretty funny.
Fast forward to this morning, just me and my 8 going on 9 daughter in the house. She was in the hallway bathroom fixing her hair. I was in my room late for work, desperately looking for that damn other shoe. Ok, my closet is very neat so how could I lose a shoe? F%#k, I muttered out loud (but not that loud....well maybe a little loud) and my child proceeds to walk in the room, hand on hip, looks me dead in the eye and says "I'm telling Sir (Insert real name here) and you are going to get in big huge trouble" smirks and walks out of the room.
I told Daddy what she said to me this morning and we both got a really good laugh over it. Daddy has never even raised his voice at me in front of the girls (or really even ever) so we can't help but wonder what she thinks that really big trouble is, a raised eyebrow...... I would never get that lucky.