I've learnt a new word, "Pah Pah"--Scared scared, about 2 weeks ago. Whenever I'm afraid, I'll pat my chest and say, "Pah Pah". One day, the usual active me kept climbing up Papa's sofa and either stood on it or ran from one corner to another that Papa came to warn me a few times not to do that. I would, of course, ignore him; simply love the reaction I got from him though.
And after doing it for many times, I think Papa decided that I needed something more drastic. So he spanked my buttocks each time I repeated my "mission". After a few rounds, I relented and walked away.
Few minutes later, Papa was sitting at the dining table reading his papers, and I wanted to go and take some toys from the box near him. But when I saw him, I moved back and said with hands patting on my chest, "Pah Pah..." Looking at him as I walked back slowly towards Mama.
Phew! He didn't notice me. (But later Papa went to tell Mama I was afraid of him!) Can't help it, but I seem to have this uncanny respect for males. Hmmm...Mama thinks I'm in a making of a submissive woman soon and she doesn't seem too excited about it though God says it's a virtue!
