I believe they began the moment I asked Paul, "Well?! Is it a boy or a girl?!"
He jumped and asked, "What is it?!"
The doctor said, "It's a little girl."
That did it.
The wheels in this Daddy's head started turning.
There would come a day when his Baby Girl would be old enough to turn the heads of...BOYS!
The threats I'm talking about?
"We'll see how far a boy gets when he has to walk past me cleanin' my gun on the front porch.
Yeah. We'll see."
Just recently, Paul has taken up an interest in his guns.
Call me crazy, but I think that it might have something to do with said 15 1/2 year old Baby Girl.
This is how I found him one day this summer...
Is it a coincidence that his interest in guns kindles up again at the moment that his daughter is only 180 days away from her Sixteenth Birthday?
On the front porch?
I think not...
What have I to say about this new obsession?
I say, "Don't mess with Papa Bear."
Enjoying her man,
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