Daddy crossed the line. He won't be coming back, I made sure of that. He never should have invaded my privacy the way he did.
There I was, all set for a nice relaxing hot shower after a long day of work. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him. He was hovering over me. I nervously kept my eye on him in case he decided to make any quick moves. He kept his distance but this wasn't the end of it.
The next day he was there again. This time he was a little too close for comfort. He had climbed down the shower wall. So I quickly washed him down the drain. And that, my friends, is why daddy won't be coming home.