Papa had a classical education.

My dad's estranged. (Because my mum's hopeless).

We asked him on the interphone if he could come downstairs quickly.

When the shooting died down a bit, Daddy ran over to our flat and brought us back some sandwiches.

My papa said no.

Mummy and Daddy are very nervous.

Can I go out to play, Dad?

Daddy was in his office, under our flat.

He said that he could smell something burning and that the telephones weren't working.

He brought our TV set down to the cellar.

I could say nothing in my dad's presence.

Why don't you have Dad clean up his study?

Hang onto Daddy!

I'll tell Daddy on you.

Where are you going, Dad?

Daddy passed gas.

Give me a ride on your shoulders, Daddy.

Daddy, buy me a vuvuzela!

I can't walk anymore, Dad! Carry me please!