There was once a time when little girls were little girls. They wore ruffle socks, ribbons, pigtails and pretty dresses. They anticipated the natural stages of life versus rushing into them well before they were ready. They grew up in an appointed time.
Five-year-olds weren’t running around in makeup and high heels singing raunchy lyrics to a song or rap. I am amazed at how many little girls are quick to curse anybody out—kid, adult, dog. But this is 2012. I call these kinds of little girls too grown. Continue Reading