As I walk into her room and her baby doll is asleep in her toy oven I think," what am I teaching her." As she comes out of my bedroom with mascara EVERYWHERE again I think," what am I teaching her." As we found her in her room trying to go pee in her pretend kitchen pot I thought,"what am I teaching her?" As she shoves as much pancake in her mouth I think,"what am I teaching her?" As she says,"soda please" again,. . . . "what am I teaching her?" or when she put her baby doll in TIME OUT in the dogs' cage. . . really,"what am I teaching her. And lastly when she comes out of her room dressed in only a pink cowgirl hat,"what AM I TEACHING HER??". . . . Nevermind, this must be what her dad is teaching her. . . . there's some optimism for you.