I am convinced that my daughters' soul used to inhabit a raver who died of an Ecstacy overdose. She loves to dance to dance music and likes glow sticks

Does that mean I don't love her. Of course not. It's just funny. In between the little 18 month old trying to say uvula and throwing all the cat food in the house all around the kitchin, I got to say, being a dad is weird. We spent 2 hours looking at Guitar World, her totally facinated with an Ebay ad with a set of drums on it.

This is kind of cool.