Some boy seems to be in love with my daughter, who seems to be treating it with flattered, embarrassed rejection. Yaaaay. She has her dad's and my DNA and so the longer her romantic feelings can lie dormant, the happier I'll stay, 'cause boy oh boy she's got some loaded genes when it comes to matters of the, ahem, heart, and I'd as soon that filly stay away from the starting gate for a long time yet.
"Do as I say, not as I did" is a useful parental policy here.
