Big blue eyes blinked down at him from the top of the refrigerator. He probably should have been used to stuff like this by now, but it seemed like every time he turned around there was something different happening that he hadn't anticipated. Six year-old Sandy just watched him, twirling one of her dark brown pigtails around her fingers as she did.
"Hi, Daddy."
"Sandy, sweetheart, how did you get up on the refrigerator?" He wasn't upset. In fact, he sounded more exasperated as he moved forward, sliding his hands under his daughter's arms and pulling her off the top of the fridge. She slid her arms around his neck and curled up closer to him, not letting him put her down all the way.
"I climbed up on the counter."
"You climbed up on the counter."
"I like being up high!" she said with a grin. "It's like looking off the top of the Empire State Building."
"Oh really?"
"Yup."
"Uh-huh," Flack said with a sigh, before making his way into the living room. "Do me a favor -- let's stick with the high places that are a little closer to the ground, alright?"
"I'm not gonna fall, Daddy."
"I know you're not," he sighed, sitting down on the couch with her. She was tiny for her age but Flack was pretty sure she got that from her mom, and he didn't mind that much. It meant she was always going to be his little girl, literally, whether she liked it or not. "But you'll give me fewer heart attacks that way, alright?"
Sandy giggled a bit at that, before sighing slightly. "O-kay."
"Good," Flack said with a nod, before pulling her in closer. "That's all I ask."
Big blue eyes blinked down at him from the top of the refrigerator. He probably should have been used to stuff like this by now, but it seemed like every time he turned around there was something different happening that he hadn't anticipated. Six year-old Sandy just watched him, twirling one of her dark brown pigtails around her fingers as she did.
"Hi, Daddy."
"Sandy, sweetheart, how did you get up on the refrigerator?" He wasn't upset. In fact, he sounded more exasperated as he moved forward, sliding his hands under his daughter's arms and pulling her off the top of the fridge. She slid her arms around his neck and curled up closer to him, not letting him put her down all the way.
"I climbed up on the counter."
"You climbed up on the counter."
"I like being up high!" she said with a grin. "It's like looking off the top of the Empire State Building."
"Oh really?"
"Yup."
"Uh-huh," Flack said with a sigh, before making his way into the living room. "Do me a favor -- let's stick with the high places that are a little closer to the ground, alright?"
"I'm not gonna fall, Daddy."
"I know you're not," he sighed, sitting down on the couch with her. She was tiny for her age but Flack was pretty sure she got that from her mom, and he didn't mind that much. It meant she was always going to be his little girl, literally, whether she liked it or not. "But you'll give me fewer heart attacks that way, alright?"
Sandy giggled a bit at that, before sighing slightly. "O-kay."
"Good," Flack said with a nod, before pulling her in closer. "That's all I ask."
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