A few seconds later a cop pulled him over. My dad told me to sit down and be quiet.
The cop leaned in and looked at me. "Is this your daddy?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
He looked at my dad and back at me. "Did he tell you to say he was your Daddy?" he asked.
I was only three, but I could tell something was up. I glared at my dad for a second, remembering the
"No," I said and he let us go. Turned out there was a guy in our area who had kidnapped a little girl my age, and when he saw my dad hit me, he thought it was me.
I wonder what would have happened if I'd said he wasn't my daddy...