Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.
The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.
A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend.
