She gasped, clearly offended. “I’m not naughty.”
“You absolutely are.”
She huffed out a breath.
“Ten for just talking badly about yourself. Fifteen for the other day. Twenty-five for today.”
“What? Are you trying to kill me?” she groaned. “I won’t sit.”
“Kind of the point. Since you’re new to this, I’ll split it up. Fifty over two nights.”
She moaned dramatically.
“Come on, it’ll wait until you feel better. I need to get off the floor. Too old for this shit.”
She giggled as he moaned and groaned his way out from under the bed.
“How about a bath, then we’ll build a fort, and you can play in it while I make some lunch?” he asked her.
“Sounds perfect, Daddy.”