A few months after I married my current wife my step daughter and I were going some place to do an errand. She was seven at the time. She was three years old when her father had died with a heart attack. We were driving down the road and I told her to do some thing (I don’t remember what it was) but she said “I don’t have to mind you; you’re not my Daddy.” I looked at her straight in the face and said “YOU LOOKEY HERE LITTLE GIRL ; AS LONG AS YOUR  LIVING WITH ME I’M YOU’RE DADDY”  That was 23 years ago and now we fight like cats and dogs . I think I’m her Daddy.