Happy birthday, Nippy!

I've been told that on birthdays, a parent reflects on the journey he has taken with his child, and that is certainly the case with my daughter Whitney Houston. Since adopting her, I have tried my best to give her love and a stable home. I ran a comb through her nappy wig, I fired warning shots over Bobby's head, and I even plucked Bobbi Kristina's monobrow. More than anything, though, I have tried to teach her the value of humility. You can imagine how proud I was to see her response when we tried to make a fuss over her 43rd birthday today.



















That's my baby! She's done been brought up right!