Azian (Prince of Dragons)
I motioned, sliding in my seat, doing a funky wave.
Dad chuckled while nodding, folding his arms as he leaned back in his seat, "yeah, and you girls made me dress up as Shrek."
"Well someone had to be," I replied grinning.
”I was the perfect Shrek wasn’t I?” he grinned.
“Well, I mean you weren’t green, but the potbelly worked just fine,” I joked.
His jaw dropped pushing his chair back, one hand on his belly, imitating a drag queen when he said, “I aint never had a pot belly little girl,” accompanied by the snap of his fingers.