As if the constant dress ups, baby changing, pretend cooking and general irrational behavior wasn't enough proof that I do, indeed, have a daughter, B gave me the irrefutable proof this morning while I was watching the Today show. A Jared commercial came on, you know, the totally annoying one where everyone is impressed that he went to the totally overpriced jewelry store manned by storm troopers in ill-fitting suits (can you tell I had a bad experience in there once???)? Yeah, that stupid place. Anyway, during the commercial B turned to me and said "oooohhhh, jewelry". I'm screwed, totally screwed.