Jonathan, remember those puke drill sargents who made a man out of you in boot camp? Those old gamers got ya sized up when you got off the bus. They knew who were and how they were going to turn you into a Marine and everyone around you in the flash of an eye. They knew who was going to wash out and who was gonna be good cannon fodder. After some time and sweat you became a grunt and never knew how it happened. When you were eating those termites out of that muddy waterhole, consider that easy compared to being a father. A serious father, a real father. There are a lot of fathers nowadays who are in the play but they never read the script. Get out the needle and thread, lad you just got promoted. Those funny looking things your going to sew on better have good thread because you won't be taking them off. Actually Amy will have you ranked, and that is the way it should be. Your job is to turn that young pup or pupess into some quality human being. This one and the ones to follow will be your squad. You will go into battle with them and wipe their noses and dry their tears. You will even stand in harms way for them like all good Sgts. And you will love it. Unlike being turned into a Marine, with its rule book, turning into a father has no rule book. You learn as you go. You won't even know your doing it. Jonathan I've only known you a short time on an impersonal keyboard and I like what I see. Perhaps if we were nose to nose we would hate each others guts, but I think not. You will do fine, Amy will do fine. Frankly I would, from what I have interpreted about you, would like to be raised by you. But I would have three problems to be solved. One, we would have to get out of Alabama and head North. Two, my name would have to be John. If a girl my name would have to be John. If twins, both of our names would be John. Three, don't feed me okra in my highchair, those are worse than prunes. Congratulations JD. I ain't gonna wish ya luck, because you will make your own SGT.! John.