AD (pulling his daughter’s shirt over her head): “So, Stinkerbell, who are we pretending to be this morning – Cinderella? Hammy? Queen Narissa?”
KatyBeth: “No, Daddy! You’re Gibbs, and I’m – “
AD (confused): “Wait a minute, who is Gibbs?”
KatyBeth (rolling her eyes in exasperation): “You know…Agent Gibbs? From NCIS?”
AD (skeptically) : “Oh, that Agent Gibbs. You think I’m handsome enough to sub for Mark Harmon, honey?”
KatyBeth (firmly): “You’re more handsome than he is.”
AD: “Uh huh. I appreciate the compliment, Stinkerbell. And who are you – the cute Goth chick that’s so perky? What’s her name again?”
KatyBeth (sighing dramatically): “No, Daddy, not her. I’m rather apprehensive about telling you…”
AD: “Did you just say ‘rather apprehensive’?”
KatyBeth: “It means nervous, Daddy.”
AD: “I know what it means. I just didn’t think you knew what it means.”
KatyBeth: “I’m apprehensive about telling you, because I’m…Dr. House.”
AD (guffawing): “Dr. House? Yeah, I can see that. Both of you are smartasses who walk with a limp!”
KatyBeth: “Ooooh, snap! Good one, Daddy!”
*Pretty much. Her parts were verbatim, while mine were embellished to make myself seem wittier. Don’t know how I feel about having my six-year-old hooked on NCIS and House, MD, though. Between that and her fascination with Smilin’ Bob of the Enzyte commercails, I may have to start using the V-chip on her television.
