Dad 's preparation

As the doorbell rang tonight I got a cold feeling down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. Something was wrong or was about to go wrong. As my little girl answered the door I caught the glimpse of a male figure standing in front of the door hiding behind flowers. Not a carnation or a daisy, but three roses to which my little girls face matched the colors of the pink and red ones. I quickly ran to the closet to obtain my emergency-boy-come-a-calling kit. I ripped off the plastic cover and flung the lid open with reckless abandon. No time to read the instructions. I was relying on Fatherly instinct now as I put the rubber gloves and pulled the gun and file out of the box. As my daughter stood talking to this animal I knew I had little time. I began to franticly file the serial number off the gun and laid it on the table. Not wanting to appear as inhospitable I asked this degenerate to give me a hand and to place the gun back into the box for me. He asked what it was for and I told him future evidence,...accident,...I mean insurance. Unfortunately I am going to have to buy another twenty kits for Lizzy over the next couple of years and then I will have to get ready for the youngest one. He really is a nice young guy, but Liz nor her parents are ready for her to date yet.

Sincerely, Ken,9mm dad