Sounds like this fits...... You guys should get a kick out of this. My daughter is only 2, but I know it's coming.
> RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER
>
> Rule One:
>
> If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a
> package, because you're sure as hell not picking anything up.
>
> Rule Two:
>
> You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so
> long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep
> your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
>
> Rule Three:
>
> I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to
> wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off
> their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of
> your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open-
> minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to
> the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big,
> and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes
> do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my
> daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers
> securely in place to your waist.
>
> Rule Four:
>
> I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing
> a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when
> it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
>
> Rule Five:
>
> In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about
> sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this.
> The only information I require from you is an indication of when you
> expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word
> I need from you on this subject is "early."
>
> Rule Six:
>
> I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to
> date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my
> daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you
> will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you.
> If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
>
> Rule Seven:
>
> As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear,
> and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to
> be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is
> putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting
> the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you
> do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
>
> Rule Eight:
>
> The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
> Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden
> stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within
> eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is
> dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient
> temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank
> tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater,
> and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong
> romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features
> chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are >
better.
>
> Rule Nine:
>
> Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding,
> middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my
> daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I
> ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell
> me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a
> shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with
> me.
>
> Rule Ten:
>
> Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the
> sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice
> paddy outside of Chu Lai. When my Agent Orange or Post Traumatic
> Stress Disorder (PTSD) starts acting up, the voices in my head
> frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my
> daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit
> your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password,
> announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home
> safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to
> come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.