My Daughter's Boyfriend Is Afraid Of Me...Good

My daughter is doing pretty well in the boyfriend department while she is attending high school.  In other words, she normally doesn't have one.  Since she attends a small school (I believe her graduating class is just at 100 students and that is the largest they have had in many years), so everybody knows everybody, keeping most kids to friendships rather than relationships.  Many of her guy friends she has known for years and they never date because everyone knows everyone, but mainly she chooses not to date.  That keeps mom happy because she will never be old enough to date. Ever.

But I know that's not the case.  And the fact that she is smart, is an exceptional artist, has a very individual sense of style, confidant, and beautiful (and although I am extremely biased, of course, she has a wonderfully symmetrical face with a well defined bone structure and one of her eyes is brown in 3/4 of the iris, the other 1/4 is hazel, like a slice of pie).

The boy she is dating now really is a good kid.  He is very respectful, never questions what rules are put in place for her or pushes her to violate those rules, and he has that little glimmer about him when they are together.  It's too cute.  And I totally scare him and my husband absolutely petrifies him.  Good. He has told my daughter on several occasions that the fact that I am small makes me scarier.  Good.  I have a snarky sense of humor so sometimes he isn't sure if I am serious or not when I am joking with my daughter, thus scaring him.  Good.  He has also told her he is pretty sure that I could take him down, even if he were to fight back.  Good.

He came to our house to hang out with her yesterday for a little while.  My husband was standing in the kitchen, all 6'4", 260 lb, bald head and long goatee of him.  As he came around the corner, I introduced him to my husband, who did the puffing peacock, and they shook hands.  Although I am pretty sure his bladder wanted to completely empty, shrivel into the size of a pea and retract up inside his stomach all at the same time, he stepped forward and shook my husband's hand while looking him in the eye.  Props to him for that.  Fear was written all over his face.  Good.  When I called them for dinner, he was afraid to sit.  Good.  He was respectful in the amount of food he plated for himself and waited to start eating until my daughter had sat down and began eating.  Good.  I told him to eat however much he wanted.  I also said that if he didn't like what I made, his arms and legs aren't broken, make yourself some pb&j's.  Yep, that scared him too.  Good.  

This is how any boyfriend should look and have running through his head when dating my baby girl.  Don't mess with Mama Bear's little cub.  You will get a massive clawed paw.