Having raised a son and two daughters, I've often wondered how we've come this far. I wonder how enough girls make it into womanhood to carry on the human race. How have relatively few teenage girls lost their minds, run, and keep on running into the wilderness, never to be heard from again. How have they not taken each other out, effectively leaving us men to ourselves. Growing up a boy, my main thought processes were: Who wants to play hacky-sac? Mom, we're out of Coke. I like meat. Happy Days is cool. Girls plot and plot. They over-think EVERYTHING. Every decision has 10 levels of implications. Guys will call other guys and ask if they want to hang out. Yes? Cool. No? That's cool, too. Girls stare at their phones, wonder why their friend didn't call, assume the worst, unfriend them on Facebook, and seethe all night long. That's just what I'm thinking, but it's not what I started this for. It just lays the foundation. I want to ask you dads of daughters something. Have you earned a counseling degree be being the mediator for years between your wives and daughters? How many times have you saved one from the other? Moms... I know you've plotted the demise of your daughters at some point in their teen years. Have you followed through? If not, how close have you come? In all seriousness, it can be mentally and psychologically exhausting keeping the peace sometimes. Who can relate?