The Artist

I finish dishes and walk into the front room where The Artist is hard at work. 
Daddy: "Are you painting my table?"
Lique: "No, do you want me to paint it?"
Daddy: Uh, no!
Lique: "Then why did you give me that suggestion?"
Daddy: "It wasn't a suggestion, it was a question."
Lique: "No. it was a suggestion."