Today we were driving in the car, listening to music. Or rather, searching for a suitable song to listen to. After not finding any, I turned the radio off amid protests from the Orclette. I explained to her that I couldn't find any "good" songs. She replied, and I quote: "Momma, I like bad songs".
Immediately I thought of her future years when boys would become tempting. Was this going to be a habit of liking "bad"? How could I prevent this?
Then I came up with my solution. Damm has been wanting me to learn how to shoot a gun, and also to buy me one. What if, the first time Orclette brings her eventual boyfriend over, both Damm and myself have guns to hand? You know, the terrifying dad but twice as terrifying. Make that boy run for the woods.
Then again, I'm probably reading way too much into her statement. She likes to contradict whatever I say, and most likely that was her motivation.
I am not looking forward to the teenage years.
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Or something like that. I've got about ten years to perfect the delivery.