She's mine. That is not in dispute. Especially since she has inherited my main attribute.
You see, I am an addict. In case you hadn't figured that out. I am addicted to biking. And people. And chocolate. And my wife. And the telephone. And tiramisu. And women. And ice cream. Not necessarily in that order.
And now, my daughter has caught her first habit. She is a milkoholic. She has all the junkie trades: She shakes when she wants a fix. She'll do anything to get it. She will cry. Then, when she gets it, she drinks and drinks until she drops. And then she zones out.
Father and daughter. Junkies...