My buddy operates a karate school, and he invited Lizzy to attend his children’s self-defense workshop. I volunteered to help him out during the class.
During the second class, the children were lying on their backs, working on a technique to escape when pinned to the ground.
Lizzy was doing something I didn’t like, not paying attention or being silly, so I kneeled down next to her, got my face close to hers and quietly admonished her.
When I was done, I said “Okay?”. She said “Yes, Daddy”. Then I said “good girl” and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
As I was standing up, I noticed the giant window where the parents of the students can view the class and I was immediately struck by how inappropriate my actions may have seemed to those parents who didn’t know that Lizzy is my daughter.