First Daddy Daughter Date

I was recently taken on my very first date. I had very little idea of what to expect, and was quite nervous. Daddy was quite the gentleman, yet I was still fairly nervous as we posed for pictures and he escorted me to the car. 

I rubbed my eyes out of exhaustion - it had been a long day, and trying something new was not what I had in mind for what should have been a relaxing evening. Daddy commented on the occasion, stating that it was the first time he had ever taken me somewhere alone. I reflected on this thought, and suddenly longed for my mother. Yet, as the carriage pulled away from the castle, he struck up a delightful conversation with me.

"Ada say 'AAAH!'" he said.

"AAAH!" I replied.

On we went, with me telling him about my day, interests, and the intriguing sights I saw through my window, and he making nonsensical noises back at me. It was enjoyable, if not confusing. The carriage ride was short, yet by the time we arrived, my anxieties had been alleviated.

He escorted me into a building filled with tubs of colorful substances. He asked me which ones I would like, and I would point and nod to show my approval of particular colors or "flavors," as he would call them. He selected a fine brown one, and a brown cookie. We sat at a table, with me upon his lap. He made a serious courting faux pas, and asked that we pause for a photograph. 

That foolish man has never learned how I despise waiting for food. His next mistake was believing that the ice cream would be shared. He would give me a bite, and then take one for himself. I tried to be polite and said nothing, but attempted to convey through my facial nonverbal communication that he was making a grave error. Eventually, he and I decided it best that I eat the cookie and leave the ice cream, which was colder than I like, to him. 

Another Daddy was taking his daughter on a date at an adjacent table, and as she was sitting in her own chair, I asked to do so as well. I made quick friends with them.

Daddy and I talked about all sorts of pertinent current events, such as my ability to see my reflection in the windows, the posters on the walls, how frightened Daddy was by my insistence that I should stand on the chair, and my cleanliness. 

He tried to venture onto other topics, such as my behavior at home, but I lost interest.

Once I was finished with my cookie, we left. Again, I was uncertain about entering the car: Not because I was worried, but because I did not wish the date to end.