I am a man amongst women. I am happily, blissfully, even smugly, married and I have two daughters who have not yet hit the hormonal rollercoaster. But make no mistake about it - I watch my step.
The only other male in our happy home was Guido the cat. First, they chopped his goolies off and then he went to the happy hunting grounds courtesy of a fatal jab.
So, like I said, I watch my step. Ugly precedents have been set in my house.
I think, when the time comes, I will buy my daughters signs like these, and maybe they'll smile indulgently and keep putting up with me a while longer and not put Dr Kevorkian's number on speed dial in their mobile phones.
As President Bartlett said:
You know, 15 years ago, we took a trip to Egypt, all five of us, saw the pyramids and Luxor, then headed up into the Sinai. We had a guide, a Bedouin man, who called me "Abu el Banat." Whenever we'd meet another Bedouin, he'd introduce me as "Abu el Banat." The Bedouin would laugh and laugh and then offer me a cup of tea. And I'd go and pay them for the tea, and they wouldn't let me. "Abu el Banat" means "father of daughters." They thought the tea was the least they could do.