Changing of the Guard

There was a time when G was deathly afraid of me when I got angry. She'd go running to the designated time out area, sometimes screaming, scared at what might befall her if she didn't hustle. In some sense, she's still afraid of me, but the fullness of my might has passed. These days, I can better threaten her with a call to Daddy, which will immediately stop any of her lip. Yes, it's come to that.