The little girl that could (melt her Daddy's heart)

Up until now I was fairly resilient, relatively adept at not leaning too far out over the rail for fear of falling (or being pushed)...that's a metaphor BTW...but now there's this little girl who absolutely cuts me down. It doesn't get much better than when she's pouring smiles and laughter all over you and it doesn't get much worse than when she could care less if you existed, even if it's only for a moment. She's got strings she doesn't even know she's pulling, poor little thing, in complete control of her father, and praise the soul of George Harrison, that she has no idea yet. That's one secret I need to keep with a greater vigilance than the grave of Jimmy Hoffa.

It makes me shudder to think what this little funster is going to do to me when she has a voice that can echo words and two tiny little pigtails. There might not be a curse word invented to define how hosed I'll be. I'm smitten and shamelessly so, as I should be, but it's a weird feeling to share a house with two women who could crack your heart in two and feed it to the penguins. (Just to be perfectly clear there are no penguins in our neighborhood, none. It's kind of a bummer actually.)

I think I'll adopt a mantra, much like Magnum had whenever he was picking a lock at Robin Masters estate and the dogs were closing in fast..."Pick the lock, don't look at the dogs...Pick the lock don't look at the dogs...Pick the lock, don't look at...You looked at the dogs! It'll help me avoid her sweet stare and fall prey to the inevitable collapse of all my reason and sense of discipline.

"Pick the lock, don't look at the Zedder...Pick the lock, don't look at the Zedder...Ahh, shit, I looked at the Zedder." It's inevitable. I'm toast.

Just for fun here's one of my all-time favorite clips from Magnum PI. This one's for my friend Aimee.