“Daddy, can I kiss boys when I’m thirty?” Daniella asks, shocking me out of the thoughts of my past and into the real terror of my future with daughters. “Fuck no,” I growl. “Language,” Ellie says, and Daniella turns back to me. “Why not?” “Because I said so. That’s why,” I tell her. “But Aurelio is allowed,” she whines. “You are not your brother. You are my little girl, and boys aren’t coming anywhere near you,” I remind my daughter. “Oden is my boyfriend,” Rosie sings. “Who the fuck is Oden?” I ask my four-year-old and then look to my wife, who is laughing at my obvious discomfort. “He’s my
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