My friend calls her two-year old daughter “danger girl” because of the way she’s drawn to sharp implements, steep stairs, and fire. It turns out that my little Daisy also has a thing for danger. She’s fascinated by men on Harleys, loose pitbulls, groups of wandering teenage boys, and dark alleys. It’s precisely at the moment when I most want her to heed my command that she stubbornly sits down on her cute little ass and pulls her version of non-violent resistance. Luckily, a cookie will usually turn her head and I can cajole her into continuing on our walk. But damn, puppy school can’t start soon enough for me!