There is nothing sweeter than the bond between a father and a daughter. That is, unless the dad acts creepy towards his little girl. It gets weirder when a photograph is taken that looks inappropriate. Social media can complicate things at times. A dad may share what he thinks is a tender moment with his little girl on Facebook. Instagram, or Twitter, only to be accused of being a total sleaze.
Punished By Mother's Rules
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You and I are bonded by fate, by history and by blood, and you, Marcel, you will always be my family. Nothing is going to harm my little girl. Nothing will even get close. You are all that matters to me.
Any time I do something to piss off my mother, she accuses me of being like my dad. But in many ways, I confess, I am very similar to my father: We share the same appreciation for vinyl records, the same distaste for green olives, the same receding hairline, and the same ability to drive my mother crazy. Over the years, I suffered countless agonizing father-son chats in his blue Pontiac Sunbird. The one subject he never brought it up, however, was sex: All through middle school and high school I dreaded the day when he might suggest we go driving so he could lecture me on the specifics of procreation. The worst came from my friend Chester, whose father used a hot dog, a bun, and a bottle of ketchup as props to demonstrate how babies were made.