Should I Give You A Hand?

I stared at my little darling as if she had gone mad.

“That's not what I meant,” I snapped at her.

“Oh, Daddy,” she cooed, “did you have another stressful day? Relax. Should I give you a hand?”

She slid out of the chair and crawled toward me on all fours. I was frozen and could do nothing but watch as she got closer and closer.

Barely an arm's length away, she sat down on her haunches and looked up at me defiantly.

“Well, can you think of anything I could do to help you get rid of your stress?”