Daddy the Pharaoh

The other day Sarah Wynn asked me for something. I think it was is she could have ice cream for lunch. Now, sometimes that is a lot of fun, but not the week that the house has been inundated with hundreds of pounds of candy. Anyway, she kept asking, and I kept giving the same reply. That is when she became utterly exasperated and declared that I was Pharaoh. "Why am I Pharaoh, Sweetie?" She replied, "Because you keep saying, no!" :0)