Who's Your Daddy?

When I was three, my dad and I were in the car going somewhere. This was in the early seventies when the cars were big and seatbelts weren't required. I remember jumping around the front seat while he drove. I must have been acting like a brat (surprise, I know) because he hit me.

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 deserved smack I just got and thought about saying yes.

"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...