The following conversation is real...only the names have been changed to protect the NOT so innocent... Irish Dancer Girl : I like boys, Daddy. (this topic of conversation seems to come up A LOT lately....) Chilly: No boys are allowed to come here to date you EVER.... Irish Dancer Girl (narrowing her eyes and grimacing) : Yes, they are! Chilly : NO! NOT EVER! (He makes menacing fist to palm punching motions to make his point...) (Mommy intervenes...) Chilly and Almost Teen Caveboy glare and make grunting noises... Irish Dancer Girl : FINE! Then I'll just take my flashlight...climb out my window....climb over the fence and use Mom's cell phone and call my boyfriend....then I'll take Mom's car and he will tell me where to meet him...and then I will go meet him...and then I'll come home...and climb back in my window... Chilly : (stunned silence...he's got nothin'....) WELL SNAP! How old are you, Irish Dancer Girl??? Did you say 6 ???? Looks like I&