When
my daugter was born, I read any book I could get my hands on about the
relationship between a dad and his daughter, and I have to say I felt a
little creeped out at the thought of throwing a "red party," as one
book suggested, when that certain, special moment in a girl's life
comes around.
Red punch. Red paint. Red banners. Really go to
town, the book suggested. Let her know things have changed. Now, it
seems, I can just skip the party altogether and buy her a DVD. This
sounds so much easier.
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