Notes from the third act of age six

The infant previously known as CMonkey will be seven in August, and having outgrown the name, I have yet to think of a suitable replacement nom de guerre.  For now, let's just use Kiddo.  Like Beatrix Kiddo at the end of Kill Bill, I am constantly, charmingly, devastatingly put on my back foot with this person who is my daughter.  How did she happen?  Unlike Beatrix, I was there the whole time, and I still have no idea how this miracle on two legs occurred.

( cut for parental anecdata )