Last week I gave my 19-year-old sister-in-law an application to give to her potential suitor. It was a “funny” test I created to see if he is worthy enough to date her. You can check it out here if you want. Feel free to fill it out and send it my way 'cause It can also be used as an application to be my best friend. Anyway, the test got me thinking about how terrified I would be right now if we had a girl instead of a boy.
There is a Subaru commercial that I remember where the father is shown talking to his underage daughter as she is about to drive by herself for the first time. Watch it below…NOW!
That is possibly the cutest kid in the world...next to mine of course. Every time I see this commercial, my emotions get all tangled up inside. It epitomizes my fear in ever having a daughter. In fact the first time I saw it I almost cried, but instead I cut myself with a dull butter knife and rubbed some dirt in it, because I’m a MAN.
I just don’t think I could handle trying to protect her from all the creepozoids out there. The idea of anything or anyone ever bringing harm to her makes me want to punch everyone on Earth in the face, threatening them by saying, “Don’t you ever purposefully or inadvertently through action or inaction do something or anything that may bring harm to my Princess. I will end you 30 times over.” Or something to that effect.
All these dumb thoughts are moot though, because we were blessed with a perfect little boy, as evidenced here:
I think I can handle raising a boy. I can train him in the art of hating the Green Bay Packers:
I can teach him how to successfully pee in a bottle while driving. I will match (and most likely surpass) his hyperactive tendencies. I will be able to relate to him and teach him the differences between Transformers and Gobots. I think that about covers it. Don’t get me wrong, I will love my possible future daughter just as much as my son, but as the saying goes, “It’s a lot easier to worry about a son and his one male “member” than having a daughter and have to worry about every male “member” in the world.” That’s not really a saying. I kind of just made that up. Sorry.
And here:
I know. I know. Blame your mother.
