Dude! So true!
My daughter, little cutie that she is, is only six and I'm dreading the time in her life when the chief "boy" in her life is not me. I'm also not looking forward to meeting the boys that I'm sure that she will bring home that I'm sure have minds just like mine was at their age.
I do have one neat little idea though.
Whenever a new boy comes into the house, I'm going to introduce myself and ask for his name. When he gives it, I'm going to whip out a Sharpie Marker and an unfired 12 Gauge shotgun shell, scribble his name on the side of it, then make a show of putting it on a shelf next to several other spent/fired shells with other boys' names on them. Hopefully the young whippersnapper will get the message.
Then I'm going to procede to tell him all about my favorite scoped, high-powered rifle, the one that I can hit accurately up to 500 yards with, and proceed to tell him that "you know, at that kind of range, you wouldn't even hear the shot that killed you, nor would you know where it came from."
Hopefully he'll take right too me!
