“Do you need me to find a quiet corner of this parking lot, young lady?” he asked me, in *that* tone of voice.
I’ll admit it. Even after all these years together, I gulped hard.
Meekly – much more so than I had been prior to him saying that - “Uh, no, Daddy.”
We were having a discussion . . . okay, I was being . . . uh . . . a bit . . . strident about something I wanted to get just before Daddy gave me the “Princess drop-off” at the door of the grocery store.