Oh the joys of a daughter

I am one of three boys born to my mother Kristine. My brothers will agree that the only thing better than being part of a boy only family would possibly be, being an only child to rich parents, and even then it's debatable. We had no experience with girls, except for the run ins with the neighbor tomboys, or the female cousins who were pretty much tomboys until puberty also.
My brother was the first of us three to welcome a daughter into the world. The cuteness of the, "daddy wrapped around her finger", and the "princess" was great looking in from the outside. Being an uncle to a little bundle of pink was and continues to be awesome. My wife and I were next to bring a child into the world. When he popped out, that's right I said he, I was thinking, fuck yes!!!! My brother is going to be the only one with girls! Hehehehehe. Then my brother and his wife had another child. A girl! Oh man I am looking like a king right now! The only one to pass our last name down. Not to long after, my wife and I were expecting another child. We decided to find out. What the sex was. As I sat in the room with my wife we worked up the courage to ask. And then the answer came. It seemed like on the movie Christmas story when ralphie drops the f-bomb. It's a ggggggggggggiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrllllllllll! I think I actually blacked out for the next, ohhhh, week or so. Now don't get me wrong, I was glad that it was healthy, I was curious as to the new experience, and I was scared shitless that some day a pervert just as myself will want to take my daughter out in his 1980 ford escort and try to Rico suave her into the back seat. If you females ever want to know what you brought into your fathers world when you were born. I will answer that question for you. FEAR! That's what the lack of wiener on a baby brings to a fathers life.;)
So my daughter is born, and for the first year, it's pretty standard baby care. I think the only big difference I had to get used to was when wiping after a dirty diaper you can not, I repeat, can not wipe up! Other than that, pretty much the same. And then somewhere down the road, some smart ass told her she was a princess. I don't know if she is gullible or what but it stuck. From that day she instinctively got an attitude, a voice, and the need to walk like a movie star and roll her eyes at me. No shit people, I do believe I am living with Lindsay Lohan minus the drugs. I have zero clue on how to raise a girl and I am praying that I can pull at least 18 good years out of my life to raise her and remind her everyday that dancing on a pole is against the law. If I can do that, I have proven myself a parent. Like I said, oh the joys of having a daughter. If only I would have known. I would have treated my formal girlfriends with a little more respect. Oh who the he'll am I kidding;)