I had offered to watch my 3-year-old daughter, so that my wife could go out with a friend. I was getting some work done in my study while she appeared to be having a good time in the other room. No problem, I figured. But then it got a little too1and I shouted, "What are you doing?" No answer. I2my question and heard her say, "Oh, … nothing." Nothing?
I got up from my desk and ran out into the living room, where I saw her running across the hall. I followed and watched her as her little behind (屁股) made a quick3into the bathroom. I had her4! I told her to turn around. She refused. I pulled out my big Daddy voice, "Young lady," I said, "turn around!"
5, she turned toward me. In her hand was what was left of my wife's new lipstick, and every square inch of her face was6with bright red! As she looked up at me with fearful eyes, I heard every voice that had been shouted to me as a child: How could you…You should know…How many times have you been7…What a bad thing to do …It was just a matter of my picking out which old words I was going to use on her so that she would know what a bad girl she had been. But before I could let loose (发火), I looked down at the sweater on her. In big letters it said, "I'm A PERFECT LITTLE ANGEL!" I looked back up into her eyes and, instead of seeing a bad girl who didn't listen, I saw a little angel full of8that I had come dangerously close to destroying. "My dear, let's take a picture so that Mummy can see how9you look." I took the picture and thanked God that I didn't10the chance to prove what a perfect little angel he had given me.
