If the FBI ever fingerprints her, she'll be guilty of something.

That was my dad, about my daughter.

You see, our second child, 5-year-old Macy, has an unbelievable amount of curiosity, and that's putting it nicely. She has to touch E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!! As we're telling her to stop touching this thing, she is already touching that thing. She's obsessed!

This quality has earned her a lot of nicknames. All of our kids have nicknames, but Macy has more than all of them combined. Probably the one that describes her best is “Stitch,” as in the alien creature from the Disney movie “Lilo and Stitch.” If you recall, in the movie Lilo says that “Stitch destroys everything he touches.”

That pretty much describes Macy.

A perfect example of how her nickname came about was when she was 2 and we were visiting my parents for the holidays. They have a beautiful home that is for adults.

It is a perfect place for Stitch.

Mom has all kinds of cute trinkets on coffee tables, end tables, desks...everywhere. And the best (or worst) part is that they were just at Stitch's level. Of course, she obliged by touching E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!

"Get out of there!" I hollered. "Quit that!" I yelled. "Will you stop touching that?" I implored. Too late, she'd already touched something else.

Then it happened - she got hurt.

She grabbed a snow globe off an end table that was too heavy for her to lift. It fell, landing right on her big toe and then breaking into a hundred pieces. She screamed. At first I thought the glass had cut her, but she wasn't bleeding. She kept on screaming. Something must have really been hurting because Stitch rarely cried more than a minute when she got hurt.

That's when I noticed her big toe. It was black. And it was getting swollen. I grabbed a bag of peas out of the freezer and put it on her toe. After she stopped crying, I turned to my dad and said, "I should probably take her to the doctor tomorrow morning. She has NEVER cried that long."

So the next morning we went to the doctor and thankfully he determined that her toe wasn't broken. "I can poke a hole in her toe to relieve the swelling, but she won't like it. Besides, with some ibuprofen, it probably won't bother her for long."

We decided not to do the toe poke and, sure enough, the doctor was right. Stitch was back to touching E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G as soon as we got back to my parents' house.

And I opened a savings account for her FBI legal defense fund that afternoon.

Al Watts is vice-president of Daddyshome, Inc. – The National At-Home Dad Network and an at-home dad of four children living in west Omaha.