"Sheesh," Barbie said sheepishly, freeing herself from Mark's grip.
"Come on, babygirl, come sit on daddy's lap," Mark winked at her.
"Where? I can't see my daddy," Barbie teased him.
"He is right beside you," Mark rolled his eyes.
"His ghost?" Barbie playfully questioned Mark.
"You know who I'm talking about, babygirl," Mark groaned.
"No, I don't, and besides, my daddy is dead," Barbie calmly stated.
"I'm not talking about your dead dad; I'm talking about me," Mark nonchalantly said.
"Oh yeah, I know," Barbie mumbled. Mark looked at her with worried eyes and saw her sadness.
"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it like that," Mark remorsefully apologised.
"Nah, I'm fine. I know you didn't mean to," Barbie said with a little smile, trying to lighten the mood.
"I have a very loose mouth, so don't take anything I say seriously, okay, babygirl?" Mark told Barbie.