Parentnoia!

That's what popped into my head when my wife said I was being excessively worrisome about having a daughter. Oh, yeah... We're having a GIRL!!! Just found out.

I got the shotgun on layaway.

How am I going to raise a girl? I'm not even talking about combing hair and buying baby dolls! I'm talking about BOYS! I have to teach her what the boys really mean. When they try to "just be friends." I've got to show her how to recognize "game" when they shoot it at her. She has to know how to conduct herself. She can't be flighty, and I don't want any stuck-up queens in my house! I have to tell her about what is love and what is simply lust. I have to let her know not to flirt and lead them on. I have to teach her self-respect and purity. I've got to keep her out of the videos!

I've got to show her what to look for in a man, and how to treat a husband. I'm looking waaaay down the line. She's not even here yet, and I'm thinking that if she wants to be a nun, that's cool, too! Are there any protestant nuns...?

I'm thinking about boys coming to my door like crocodiles on a riverbank in Africa, trying to devour my baby like a wildebeest. I'm thinking about hurtin' 'em! Shoot, every time you look around, some fool has bumped off his wife, or killed his girlfriend, and I'm thinking, "If you touch mine, I'm gonna clock you out!"

I know that's not exactly Christian. But mine ain't the one to be messed with! I promise you that! I think that, as far as my daughter is concerned, domestic violence warrants the death penalty!

So, in order for me to keep from sinning against God by prematurely sending somebody's son His way, I'm worrying about how to keep my daughter from swinging around on stripper poles!
I work in nightclubs. I see it all! I do sorority parties, and I see Daddy's little girl making a drunken slut of herself on a regular basis. Daddy has no idea. I would think to myself, "Man! I'm glad I got a boy!" And look at me now. How am I gonna stop THAT from happening to mine?

I know the answers to these questions. But the reality is that even well-raised kids often go astray, and nowadays, with all the wanton immorality out there, one dalliance can spell a lifetime of disaster! I know about the prodigal son, but I don't know if prodigal daughters come back.

I don't want my daughter desensitized to the stigma of premarital sex and single motherhood. I don't want her to think it's cool to shack up, that that's how you know if you're compatible. I don't want her to think that marriage is just a piece of paper. I don't want my daughter to have given little pieces of herself away to the point where by the time she does meet her husband, there will be nothing left but a hollow shell. I don't want a Paris Hilton, or a Li'l Kim, or a video rumpshaker.

I know, I know. If I set the right example, she will not fall for the"okey doke." She will not let herself be mistreated.

But still... There is a lot more to deal with with a girl. There IS a double standard, and like it or not, it's not going to change. No matter how hard the feminists try.

So yeah, I may be a little parentnoid, but that will keep me on my toes! And if any of you young boys out there think my daughter is a grape for you to pick from the vine, remember this:

By the time you get to my door, that shotgun will be out of layaway and in my lap. I will usher you directly into the Lord's presence! My girl ain't gonna be the lead story on "Unsolved Mysteries"!