I had a small epiphany while we were at dinner tonight.

Chloe was wearing her annoyed face because I told her she had to wait until she was at least 13 or 14 before she could watch “The Black Swan.” We’ve had this conversation before and she insisted that I once told her she could watch it when she was 12.

I have no recollection of saying that, and if I did, I should be reported to the authorities – because what was I thinking?

In any case, Chloe was pissed off at my alleged change to the minimum age for this movie. So she was pouting big time.

Papa then started to imitate her grouchy face. And it was perfect. He nailed the downturned mouth. And for a couple of seconds, there was no doubting the father-daughter connection.