My world changed the moment my daughter was born. I followed her around the delivery room like Pac Man chasing those blinking ghosts, talking baby talk, and sounding like a total buffoon while doing so. I was spellbound to the point of being oblivious to everything else, including my recovering wife. She still brings that up in arguments by the way. I knew nothing of raising girls. I feared we would have little in common, and she would eventually trade me for a vehicle and cell phone. I shuddered at the thought, and vowed I would show an interest in whatever she aspired to do, hoping she would find at least one of my interests appealing. My fears of estrangement subsided a bit as Aubrey grew. Now a quirky two-year-old, she is my shadow. For the time being, Daddy is the most interesting person on the planet, and Daddy loves his bows and arrows. Therefore, Aubrey loves bows and arrows. She began watching me from a distance, sending a bubbly "Daddy again!" after each a