I’m the father of three girls. Two I held at birth, a third I didn’t meet until the age of 10 (her, not me). I mention this to establish my qualifications to talk about what’s to follow.

A father and son (I have one of those, too) have a unique bond. Nature, however, creates an automatic problem. I call it old bull and young bull in the same pasture. That, however, is another story. There is a bond between father and daughter unlike any other. Love, of course. Mutual respect and admiration, yes. Understanding how each other think well ... there’s the problem.

The proble...