"no...really I don't want to eat that"

As we draw closer to the birth of my next child, another dear little girl, I'm reflecting on the last 3 years with my daughter Emma. I'm already surrounded by estrogen and struggling to maintain some semblance of dignity and manhood.

It's fading, as our daughter Lily will be born in just a few short weeks. I'm pondering a number of things that have forced me to question the meaning of what it means to be a modern man and pappy.

Like the feeling of dreading a shopping trip, because there will always be the inevitable "here hold this" while a shiny black purse is thrust into my hands. My wife - 9 months pregnant - will opt to carry everything except her purse.

I got this, I'm a man. I can handle a purse.

"hold this, too honey" as my daughters pink princess backpack is thrust into my hands.

I got this, I'm a man. Gimmie the pink back pack.

"Hey daaaady, hold my princess!" as a barbie is thrust into my hands...along with strawberry shortcake, a brush, a baby bottle and her favorite teddy bear.

Starting to crack... I got this. I'm a man.

"And this too daddy!" as a matchbox car is handed to me. A red one with flames, and big mufflers. The kind I'll buy to support my midlife crisis.

I'm starting to come back at this point. Feelin like a man - thank you matchbox.

"daddy! I faaaaarted. You like it? You wanna eat it?"

....stunned silence from me, and though I don't want to admit it my daughter has just reminded me that despite being surrounded by women with more on the way I am in fact capable of corrupting my child - the creation of my army begins.

"No...really I don't want to eat that"

Just try to take this purse from me. I got this, I'm a man with a daughter that farts appetizers.



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