Bratty

"James, it's not like I was doing anything crazy! I've known him for a while now. A few weeks, at least. And we weren't even having sex!" she argues.

"Not even having sex? Well, it sure looked like it from my perspective. If I had come home twenty minutes later, who knows what I would've seen?" I reply.

"Daddy, I'm a virgin. I'm just exploring and having fun! You can't say you weren't doing anything like that at my age..." She says. I hate to admit it, but she's not exactly wrong.

"The difference is, I was with your mother for *months* before we did anything close to what you two were... up to. We loved each other, it wasn't just a fling. And I find it hard to believe that you're a virgin, I've seen you coming home late at night, and I know you've been sneaking boys over." I say to her, still maintaining eye contact.