I could say something, but I won't.

My day started out with my daughters car losing it's muffler. So she gets chauffeured to and from work by Dad as her car gets fixed and Dad pays for it. Fun times. Her radio went out just yesterday too, so I gave her my JBL Charge. A Fathers love is infinite.

Just remember the broken pencil.

Then there was the time I accidentally hit her in the head with a putter.

How old was she?

9 or 10. A friend and me were playing a game of horse in the back yard of his home (his kids and my daughter used to play together), and one of the spots to throw from was around the side of the house (he's always had his own basket). I threw, and she came running from around the corner and WHAM! Right in the side of her head. She didn't cry, and kept telling me she was OK, but I was all frantic and ****. I felt terrible about it.

There was another time I almost ripped her thumb off while we were on a bike ride. I wasn't paying attention and ran into her, and my tire hit her handlebars and took off a few layers of skin on her thumb. The little trooper didn't cry then either, but she did turn a bit white when she looked at it. Again, she did the "I'm OK Dad, don't worry." as I freaked out a bit.

So your daughter is a badass and you're a pussy is what you're saying?

That's what I got from that story.

i spent a good minute trying to figure out your story until i remembered that disc golf exists

she would have been more gangster if you hit her in the head with a putter from regular golf and she didn't cry

An entire minute? Whoa, my apologies for not prefacing my post with something that you'd understand. I forgot, I need to cater to your special kind of intellect.

You know, I just might do this. Check her response in the name of science and all.

Yup, and **** you both... respectively.