[Crowbob]

I remember one fine spring morning, my beloved daughter at age seven, happily coloring in the book on her lap in the pews of a county courthouse courtroom, as the Friend of said Court addressed the assembled county commissioners. Holding my twelve-inch, approximately ten pound file (I measured but did not weigh it) the man declared that I am a whiner and had caused his office to "waste" an inordinate amount of record-setting time and resources maintaining the parental relationship I had with my children.

I remember my beloved and precocious daughter then looked up to me and winked.

This will not pass.