Sour Like A Tart

"Anything for you?" He smiled and gave his daughter a light pinch on the cheek. "Hearing you say that makes me want to do a whole lot of things a father should never do with his daughter."

"But I'll keep those thoughts for another day when your mother isn't at home, and for now, I'll simply ask you to get a good whiff of my fingers that have been sitting in your dirty place for a while now so that you can tell me what it smells like." He slid his hands from her cheek to her mouth, till his fingers were just hovering in front of her nose, like they were waiting to be sniffed.