She interrupts his thoughts. "OK, well if this forest is not haunted explain to me how you . . . Mr. Prim and Proper first nailed me right on the ass with a snowball. You . . . had . . . to be aiming for my butt, Daddy which means you had to be staring at it . . . right?"
"Honey . . . Hmm . . ." Jesus does he tell her the truth . . . how the snowball magically dipped down.
"Well? I am waiting for an answer," she says her voice taking on that demanding tone that says he is not going to be able to simply brush her off.
"Yeah well, my goal was to hit you in the back, hon. I guess I was just a little off."
"Whatever . . ." she sighs.
He hopes she is going to drop the matter, but instead she changes the subject to an even more dangerous topic.
"I notice the way you are having a very hard
