As a teenager, my daughter had a lot of trouble. Her hormones were raging and her body was in overdrive. She would call me sometimes at 3 am to come home from school and just relax with her favorite TV show, talk to her friends about the latest fight she got into with her friend and would even go as far as to call her lover on the phone. It was all so wrong and I felt awful for her, but I couldn't do anything about it. The next time my daughter and I came home from school, I sat her down and told her that it wasn't cool for her to be talking to her boyfriend or her old school girl friends about men and their sex lives. Even though it was my wife's idea to get her pregnant, it was not something I could live with going into her next pregnancy..