I thought my little princess would never go against her parents’ wishes. Well, I was at least naively hoping it would be so, at least until that leather-jacket-wearing motorbike-driving death metal fan walks into her life. Or maybe its the bling-rim-spinning alarm-clock-wearing ghetto-wannabe Desi dude. In any case, the denials have started, and vigorously. It could be a vigorous hand waving motion in front of her face when she is being fed, or it could be a shriek of displeasure when you make her lie down when she really wanted to sit, or even a loud protest when you stop walking with her when her plans included a longer stroll.