My Little Stripper
Ever since we found out we were having a girl, Abel has made it his job in life to keep her off the pole. I’m thinking even with our intervention, she will be a stripper.
She’s showing aptitude in dancing. Not the cute little girl kind, the bump and grind kind.
She loves to be naked. I suppose most children her age do.
Soon after she started walking, my princess stood next to a toy that looks like the front of a house. She spread her legs, put her hands on the toy and started shaking what God gave her from side to side to side. Horrified, Abel grabbed her and made her stop.
A few weeks ago, she came into the room where I was, naked from her bath, turned her little shiny butt to me, moved it from side to side and said “woot wooo”. Then laughed. A lot.
One of my close friends son goes to the same daycare that Poopy used to. Her husband was dropping their son off and when he walked in the room, my daughter was in the corner, with all the other little one year olds crowded around her. She was taking all of her clothes off – her first audience.
Now you can see why I’m convinced that my sweet angel is going to be a stripper.
At least it’s good money.