#daddysos

The child series. ❤️

I heard snickering from the bathroom and instantly knew Michael was up to something. We had been married for years know and we had a 13-year-old girl, I would say I knew him pretty well. I snuck up to the bathroom door and heard some splashing and a gasp. "It looks horrible, Daddy!" I walked in the door to see a sight I would never forget. Leah, our daughter, was wrapped in her father's arms sobbing over her newly colored bright pink hair. Michael's neon green hair shone above her head. Michael pulled away from her and said, "It's not even dry yet, honey, why don't we dry it and see how it looks?" Leah nodded and sniffled. They both turned around to see me with a mixture of a smile and a frown on my face, due to the cuteness of that moment and the fact that my daughter's hair was died without my permission. Michael gasped and quickly said: "It's semi-permanent, Y/N." I sighed in relief as Leah broke down again. "Are y-you saying I-it looks b-bad?" "No, sweetie, you look very punk rock, you know I just don't like the idea of dying hair." Michael started to dry Leah's hair, which was very adorable because a. she knew how to dry her own hair, yet she didn't object, b. pink hair was flying all over the place since Michael was incompetent with a hair dryer, and c. hair was slapping Michael in the face. Once Leah's hair dried, it looked better, or at least she thought so. She squealed once it became fully dried and she wrapped her arms around her father's neck.