Xander sat at the edge of the seat. His attention was so completely focused on what was happening before him, he didn't hear the footfalls that crept up behind him. Suddenly hands grabbed at his face, covering his eyes and blanketing them in darkness!
"Who's there?" he demanded.
"Guess," a smiling voice replied.
Okay. He'd play. "Hmm. Is it a monkey?" Xander wondered. The voice giggled, then emphatically denied being a simian. "Maybe you're a ... " He paused for dramatic effect. "Buffalo!"
"No! You're supposed to guess who, not what!" the voice chastised.
"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Buffalos can be 'who's too you know." Xander felt the rolling eyes behind him and grinned. "I'll bet you're Buffy!"
"Wow, this is hard. Giles?"
At that, the voice couldn't contain the laughter anymore and it bubbled out before it could be stopped.
Xander adopted a look of surprised realization. "Great Galactus! I know that laugh!" He turned around and saw his daughter. "It IS you!" He shook his finger at her in mock admonition. "You can't fool me, missy."
His little girl smiled back at him. "But you never guessed who I was, so that means I did."
He frowned and nodded seriously. "You know, that's right. I suppose that deserves a reward!" he concluded enthusiastically.
The diminutive love of his life could barely contain her excitement. "YAY! What, Daddy?"
Xander smiled down at her with a look of pure adoration.
"Guess." TV had nothing on this.