I'd like to share a prayer penned by one of my heroes, Tina Fey, in her book Bossypants . She so eloquently explains her wishes for her own daughter, I don't dare compete with my own. Plus, there's only one key difference between my wishes for my daughter and Tina's wishes for hers: I'm not worried about tattoos. Baby girl's mom and dad both have ink, so I'm sure she'll find tattoos lame anyway. And now, the immortal words of Tina Fey: First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be beautiful but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with beer. Guide her. Protect her when crossing the street; stepping onto boats; swimming in the ocean; swimming in pools; walking near pools; standing on the subway platform...