One of my good friends warned me that, as my three daughters reached dating age, I would probably disapprove of every young man who showed up on the door step to take them out.
But as my daughters started to reach dating age, I was pleased that my friend’s prediction seemed to be incorrect. Every young man that came to the house to pick one of the up for an evening out was pleasant and well-mannered.
In a conversation with my daughter Lisa one day, I mentioned that I was surprised that I had approved of all the young men that she and her sisters had brought to the house.
“You know, Dad,” she answered mischievously, “we don’t show you all of them.”