One of your jobs as a parent is do things that make your children, especially daughters, roll their eyes. You’re not their friend, you’re their source of irritation, at least whilst they’re children. It’s all part of the fun, especially when you do it on purpose.
To be clear, I am joshing somewhat. I think I was always the fun dad (opinions may and probably do vary, especially with the ex) and I didn’t have to try at all to get my little girl (who is now over 40!) to like me.