A week ago my daughter went out on her first official date, to a local dance (to which the girls ask the boys).
Every father has, at best, mixed feelings when his daughter starts to go out. I expressed mine by teasing her beforehand about what I was going to say when her date came to pick her up.
I told her I would be cleaning one of my son's guns and would announce, "You know, you don't have to be a Muslim to believe in honor killings." (My son's take on this: "Yeah, but Dad, you wouldn't know how to do anything other than wipe the outside of the barrel.")
Anyway, when the fateful moment actually arrived, I was surprised by my reaction. I'd always thought that I would want to growl at whichever boy came to pick her up. But her date was such a decent, polite, wholesome kid, and my daughter so obviously happy, that I couldn't help but feel happy for her.
Even though I really don't want her to grow up.