Spudman said:
Oh no Tim!!!
You are the second person in the last 24 hours that has said that same thing. My wife has a 7 1/2 year old and now I am freaking out thinking what the future is going to bring my way having a young female in my life. Should I move to an island or put bars on the windows? I need to prepare myself for this.
Did I suspect a hint of overly protective fathers in the crowd? Huh?
I know this is getting away from the thread topic, but since everyone is listening here goes.
Let me tell you a little story about my youngest blond cutie of a daughter. And Super Swede she is just as cute as yours. At 8 years old the boys were knocking at the door wanting her to come out and play baseball, soccer or whatever. Moving forward when my daughter was 12 years old. One night around 2:00 AM my wife woke-up to a strange feeling. You know the kind that mothers get. She walked to the bedroom doors to check on the children. The youngest door was locked. The wife knocked on the door asking why it was locked. She heard a scuffle behind the door. The wife told her to open the door before she woke up the father (that’s me). Finally the door opened. My wife walks in and asked why the door was locked. My daughter explained she wanted some privacy. During this time my wife hears a noise from the closet. She opens the door and there are three young boys in there. My wife asks what are these boys doing in this room and how did they get in the house? My daughter and the boys stated they were discussing the strategy they will be using at the next soccer game. Oh yea, they came in through my daughter’s window. After the three boys left the same way the came in, my wife turn on the night stand lamp. As she was inquiring what the heck my daughter was thinking when she saw a foot sticking out from under the bed. So she tells who ever is under the bed had better come out now. Two more boys climb out and immediately went out through the window. The next day I asked my daughter why she allowed the boys in through her window. She questioned what was wrong with that. She also asked why I did not trust her. I explained it the boys I do not trust.
Moving forward a few months my wife and I were awoken by a phone call at 1:00 AM by the Island police. It seems my daughters along with other kids are on the beach, which closes at sun down. I asked if they had done anything wrong. He said no, that they were just sitting on the beach talking. I went to my daughter’s room and found the screen neatly cut to allow a person to climb through. I told my wife that she needed to go get her because if I did, I would be locked up by the police. The next day I told my daughter she had never cut another screen trying to sneak out at night.
Moving forward a few more months my wife and I were awoken by a phone call at 3:00 AM by the city police. It seems my daughters along with other kids were walking along the streets of St. Augustine, and there is a curfew for anyone under 18. I asked if they had done anything wrong. He said no, that they were just walking along and talking to one another. I went to my daughter’s room and found the screen been completely removed from the window (un-cut). I told my wife that she needed to go get her because if I did, I would be locked up by the police. The next day I bolted her window closed from being opened. A few days later my daughter came home from school stating that the front door squeaked too much and bothered her when she was in her room. I told her in was my door alarm and I better never hear it during the night or find that it was lubricated.
These are a few of the old memories that were not too funny as they unfolded. They are the main reason why I have grey hair and balding. There are more stories where these came from. I still have another daughter and a son I have not touched on. I laugh now, but at that time it was very stressful wondering what was next.
As I stated earlier ... keep them little beauties very close. Pay particular attention to who their friends are. Peer pressure can affect the best of children when there are two or more kids involved. Believe, I know. They all grow up to be beautiful young ladies. Good luck my brother fretters.
