Really cute story about yer kid. You got me unawares with the one about your friend.

It's great that your daughter has such confidence in you. We got a call once and my oldest picked up. Caller wanted to talk to me, but my Amy was suspicious. "Are you a telemarketer?" she asked. This guy goes off on her, screaming at her, telling her she's a bad girl and deserves to be spanked and that she better hand the phone over. She comes down the stairs in tears and hands me the phone (she was maybe 9 or 10 at the time) and says in a trembling voice, "Daddy, I think I did something bad." I asked her what happened and she explained. Chickenshit had already hung up. Needless to say, I was not amused. I told her she did exactly the right thing, that next time if someone said something like that to her that she was to issue a certain string of profanity, and under no circumstances would she ever get in trouble for having done so. She was relieved a little, but was still upset because she was afraid this piece of garbage might track her down. However, she didn't want me to actually do anything. I'm kinduva useless wimp, so she kept asking me if she could call her Uncle Danny (my baby brother with black belt in six different martial arts) to deal with this guy.

Hey, at least she doesn't have unreasonable expectations of her old man. I couldn't help chuckling though. "Sure, you can call him if it will make you feel better." (As for me, I called the phone company and the police. Of course, the phone company said they couldn't track it down, which claim I believe to be a complete lie.)

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