i'm glad she feels that comfortable around me

well, she is my daughter...and she is her mother's daughter...

i'll leave it up to you to differentiate from this story which parts come from her maternal side and which parts come from her paternal side...

so i was working in the living room one day a couple years ago...prolly folding laundry or doing bills or something else that in the world of this story...really doesn't matter...

kyky came strolling up to me...

"Daddy? I want to give you a big hug..."

she climbs up into my lap and proceeds to give me a big "squeeze" hug...

"Daddy?"
"Yeah, kyky?"
"I love you Daddy!!!"

she then proceeds to fart on me...jump down off my lap and...

"bye, Daddy!"

as she runs out of the room...

leaving me in a state of horror, disgust, indignation and a tiny...tiny...tinge of pride...