Scarlett the hypno dancer

"I have an idea," I said.

"Scarlett, when I snap my fingers, you will begin to dance. A sexy stripper dance."

I snapped my fingers and Scarlett began to sway her hips sexily and rub her body in a sensual way, including grabbing her breasts.

Lizzie and I laughed at Scarlett's routine, and Hayley, now and forever my daughter Hannah, came downstairs, dressed in lingerie I recognize as belonging to Lizzie.

"Daddy," Hannah said. "I couldn't find any clothes in my room for some reason so I borrowed some of Miss Lizzie's."

"We'll go shopping some time later, okay?" I told her. Hannah nodded.