I'm the father of three daughters, now 22, 24, and 26 years old. It was indeed, a very wild ride. Their Mom took off and left them when they were little, and I was Mr. Mom & Mr. Dad for many years.
My daughters are drawn like magnets to convicted felons - really. Between the three of them, the count is 5 or 6 felons as boyfriends. Everybody needs a 2nd chance, but 1 or 2 felons per house should fulfill the quota? Guess not.
The first boy who came to our home is now back on the inside for x years for something or other. I knew he was a bad boy the day I met him. He was doing his very best Eddie Haskell all up on me in our living room, while from my semi reclined perch in my Lazyboy, I pointed out the window and said: "You see that backhoe, Name?" He replied, "Yup."
I smiled at him and said, "If ever you give my 15 year old daughter any drugs, alcohol, or babies, they'll never find you."
He got all white punk trying to be a gansta up on me, (Eddie Haskell goes Vanilla Ice?) which I thought was amusing, and started to laugh, but stopped suddenly and then calmly said, "It wasn't a threat," and went back to my television show.
The other two daughters didn't bring too many boys around for quite a while.
At least they don't have to wonder if I'm in their corner or not.
