Where are your Pants?!?

     Picture it:  15 year-old, microscopic shorts.

     Before you all say, "Do you remember the shorts YOU wore in high school," let me remind you that 16 years ago, shorts were not as quite as short as they are today.   Today's shorts are invisible.

     When I met my beautiful daughter at the door after a football game, I stopped breathing.  I mean it, I stopped breathing.  So many things went through my head-- so many, in fact, I take back ever saying that my own mother was a lunatic during my high school experience. 

     You know the moments where you 'get it?'  Well, they are as profound a learning experience that there ever was.  You know the moments you turn into your own mother?  Not fun.   But, I think I now have lunatic down.

     Poor Haven.  I am sure I confused her when I yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear, "Where are your shorts?!!!!?"  Because she looked down and answered innocently, "Right here." 

     Did she look great in her invisible shorts?  Yes!  Do I want to blind every boy within a 30 mile radius?  No...a 300 mile radius is more like it.  I'd like to blind every boy from here to the moon.  I would do it, too, but I prefer to stay on the right side of the law for as long as possible.  I am sure there will come a day-- apparently in a not-so-distant future-- where I will cut to the front of the criminal line in defense and protection of my daughter (and her perfect rear end).