Quote Originally Posted by Beirut
I appreciate the kind thoughts, sympathy and warnings of oh so much worse to come.

My hair is already thinning, I'm a bit gray on the sides (I still look damn good though! ) and I'm sure by the time my two darlings, suspected of having links to Al-Kidsda and who have definitely trained with O-Sesame (Street) Bin-Laden, turn into teenagers, I will be a complete basket case.

"Look! If I hold sharp scissors and ride the dog I look like a knight!"

"Gah! Hy heart..."

I'm thinking of trading them in for pit bulls or rhinocerouses or something else better for my health.
Hehe...at least you don't have people my age as previously commented. Then again, I guess your attitude to it all is made very apparant in the Daddy's Dating Rules thread

Don't worry Beirut...kids are quite indestructable, I know...I was a wicketkeeper who got a bit curious how close to the wicket I could stand and got a bat to the face...not even a scar or fractured bone. Then there was the time I played touch rugby on the playground (tarmac) and got spear tackled and ripped a small hole in my arm at the elbow. All in my younger days obviously So don't worry, nail everything down and you'll all be fine...till they reach 14