God, she’s growing up, and I don’t know when it happened, man. I used to buy her Minnie Mouse panties and little Winnie the Pooh underwear. I was helping my wife fold cloths. I picked up a pair of skimpy underwear. I looked at my wife and said: When you gonna wear these for me? She goes, I can’t. They’re your daughter’s. Aaahh! No, no, no! There was nothing to them! The how-to-wash tag was the biggest piece of cloth on there.