Tonight, I opened my 12 year old daughter’s door to say goodnight to her. She pointed her phone at me and said, “this is my dad in his underpants.” On the phone screen I saw a young giggling girl with one hand over her mouth and her other hand pointing at me.
I’m not even going tell you what happens when I open my 14 year olds door.
I wish to go back to the 1960’s, please.
Knock once.
Say “goodnight baby (or other pet name)”
DO NOT OPEN DOOR
Did you knock and ask whether it was OK to come in, or did you just open the door? If it’s the latter, it seems like your daughter is trying to teach you a lesson about violating her privacy.
Also, put your damn pants on.
(You were wearing boxers, I hope, right?)
Thanks for the belly laugh.
And, srsly, put some clothes on. Your teens and tweens do not want to see daddy in his skivvies, gives them the skeevies it does. I know, I was a teenaged girl once! Lightweight shorts is all we ask.
Man, kids today are spoiled. When I was her age if you didn’t want to see my dad lounging in his tighty whities then you better not walk into his house.
Hot dad bod? :dubious:
Wait a second… somebody asked your permission before you were born? 
Since no one else has said it…
…pix or it didn’t happen!
Yeah, seriously, KNOCK!
I used to be all “I’ll be damned if I need permission to enter any room in my house!” I backtracked on that PDQ
My daughter is also 12 now and a “young woman” 
there are “things” in there no father wants to see. Why do little girls have padded bras?
I was kind of hoping she’d stay 9 forever. Or that I’d die before she hit puberty.
With my daughters it’s, “goodnight knucklehead” and “goodnight chucklehead.”
I just opened the door and strutted right in—just like my daughters do to me…oft times with a friend or two in tow. And, no, she wasn’t trying to teach me a lesson, she was trying to embarrass me for a good laugh at my expense, and she succeeded…just like I do to her on a nearly daily basis. My 14 year old is too good at giving it back to me in spades, so I don’t mess with her as much.
I may be old enough to wear grandpa boxers, but I don’t have to dress like an old man. I wear bikini tighty whities—with not too many holes in them.
Bikini + tighty whitie = the best of both worlds.
Yes, very hot bod.
Many people consider my beer belly quite sexy. And, besides, the overflowing belly pretty much obscures the entirety of my bikini briefs, so the type of underpants I wear is a moot point.
Yes, like everyone who isn’t a spawn of Satan, God poked me in the belly to make sure I was done (that’s how belly buttons are formed) and asked me where I wanted the stork to deliver me. I told him Earth, so long as they don’t have cell phones with video capability that can transmit embarrassing clips of fathers in their tighty whities. God lied to me.
Oh, rest assure, I got pix and I’m happy to send them to you. But, you know how top models like, Gisele Bundchen, Doutzen Kroes, Adriana Lima, Kate Moss, Kate Upton, Miranda Kerr, Liu Wen, Alessandra Ambrosio, Hilary Rhoda, Natalia Vodianova, Carolyn Murphy, Karlie Kloss, Jourdan Dunn, Anja Rubik, Cara Delevingne, Candice Swanepoel, Joan Smalls, Erin Wasson, Erin Heatherton, Lindsey Wixson and Daria Werbowy charge a lot of money for their photographs? Well, I’m just like them. You want to see my skin? You gotta pay for it.
Not that I should care what a bunch of anonymous [del]juvenile[/del] internet delinquents think of me, but just to set the record straight…I don’t have a big, overflowing beer belly…I have a respectable McDonald’s cheeseburger and fries belly that women find it irresistible.