My strong-willed 6yr. old daughter

My wife and I each had children from previous marriages and did so at a young age. Coincidently, we were both the type who may have had tendencies to over-protect our precious little angels. "Slow down sweety, watch the table you dont want to hit your head, careful, OH MY GOODNESS ARE YOU O.K.?, awww come here honey it's alright, be careful, be careful, be careful!

Well, as it turned out, we have 2 very careful and 1 somewhat careless almost young adults. 18-17-14. Soooo, while we love them all for each of their own little personalities, I guess we thought it would be a great idea to experiment with yet a fourth. After all, our first borns were 11 at the time, and we were so much older and more experienced as parents, there's no doubt we would be excellent nurtures with all the answers. This time, things would be different. This time, we would stop and think before jumping into discipline in not only what was done, but also said.

Welcome Turkey nose. I call her that because that is her mothers pet name for her. Not because she has the beak of a game bird or gobbles when she breathes, just a name that came out and stuck. I mention this because, for whatever reason, my name for her "peanut", is totally unacceptible. Not because she despises anything pea or nut related, no, simply because I am the one who first addressed it to her. Yes, that's right, our darling little product of love doesn't think, but knows, that daddy is automatically mistaken, misinformed, lying, jesting, or just flat out wrong. Armed with this knowledge, she deems it necessary to double check and verify whatever is spoken from Daddy with Mommy (the source of what is all righteous, meaningful, and accurate). I mean, after all, Mommy knows exactly how to properly cut a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, ("Mommy does it in squaaaarrrres"), exactly how much liquid is required to wash down said sandwich, (That's waaay to much Dad, Mommy only gives me haaaalf"), no, drinking only half of what is given will not work at all. The cup MUST be delivered only half full, regardless of size or shape of the cup. Note; If Mommy gives a full cup it seems to go completely unnoticed as if it were to be a silly thing to even give a second thought. After all, Mommy is absolutely perfect! She styles, braids, and pigtails hair perfectly, she folds clothes perfectly, she cooks, cleans, speaks, walks, talks, and even sings perfectly. I must also mention that Mommy doesn't try to use million dollar words where 10cent words would suffice, and that after 7 years of marriage and 6 years of the little ones life, Mommy has never once farted. That said, I'm happy to have been able to give my wife a being that unconditionally admires her and everything she does and says. I mean, if she were not the spittin image of myself, then I would have to wonder if she were mine at all. She dont play golf, dont drink beer, despises the thought of hunting, keeps a clean bedroom, picks up after herself, and has no fear of telling you whats on her mind.

I tell you this for no real apparent reason other than, after an afternoon of wrestling,(Mommy doesn't wrestle) playing the tackle game, (Mommy doesn't tackle) sliding half way acrossed the living room floor on her but after being jetted gleefully from my feet, (Mommy doesn't play the slide game), peanut hopped up on the couch next to me and in her sweetest little feminine 6yr.old voice announced "Daddy??" "Yes peanut", was my reply as I hopefully anticipated a heart felt Daddy Daughter bonding moment, she let out a couch rumbling fart reaking of week old peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into squares, followed by, "Who's the antaganizer now Daddy?"

That's my girl! Should've we over protected her? I'll let ya know.