Spy On Your Daughter

You kiss your wife goodbye and dress yourself in a tight black kung-fu uniform and grab your sword. You stealthily creep through the palace halls without attracting any attention before climbing the high tower of your daughter’s chamber.

You hoist yourself onto the balcony and peer through the window. Your daughter sits in front of her mirror carelessly brushing her silky black tresses. She sings a song to herself that you had sung to her as a child.

Your heart melts. Could you really be so angry with your eldest child. She is a good girl and would never knowingly upset you.