I just found out he was warned away from one of her friends by an angry father who reckons he was "A hormone with two legs and about eight arms"

He is going to pick up youngest for a date this afternoon and I am wondering how to get my point across.
I thought that dicing carrots and cucumbers with a very sharp knife whilst he is waiting for her in the living room might be effective.
I have an excellent book called "The World of the Castrati: The History of an Extraordinary Operatic Phenomenon" that I might leave on the coffee table.
Isn't it funny how fathers with teenage daughters turn from wolfs to sheep dogs

We are terrified our "little girls" might meet the same time of boy we were
