You know, the girl who plays football with the boys throughout her teenage years. The one who fights for the ball during a silly game in the pool even when it goes to the deep end and all the other girls have long since got out and are sitting in the sun watching.
No, no. My daughter will be the girl who figures out flirting but still rolls her eyes when the others go all simpery and silly. She will be the one who gets along with the boys but doesn't take any crap from them. She will be the one who takes a smart-arse boy out at the knees with a well-aimed sharp comment but will also be the one who takes the time to listen to the shy ones.
I think she will be the girl who survives her teenage years relatively unscathed. Her father on the other hand is out building a tower for her as I type. I think it is time she started growing her hair again.