“Those girls aren’t wearing enough clothing, are they, Daddy?”

SweatpantsMy 5-year-old daughter Sophia and I were watching “Dancing With the Stars” the other night when we had to have a little daddy-daughter discussion because most of the female dancers were practically wearing lingerie and the judges used the word “sexy” about a thousand times. So we talked about how we don’t need to say that word, how we don’t need to look that way because God cares about our hearts and doing what is right, and how wearing enough clothing is, well, rather important.

Fast forward a day… We arrived at ballet a few minutes early and the local high school dance team was finishing up their rehearsal. Most of them were wearing things high school girls wear. So Sophie leaned over to me, raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and with a sort of forlorn sigh of sympathy, she whispered, “Those girls aren’t wearing enough clothing, are they, Daddy?”

From the mouths of babes.

Maybe I’m just being a proud parent because she seemed to be getting it, but… It was almost like she was saying, “Those girls don’t really get it, do they?” She wasn’t just pointing out that they didn’t quite understand the rules, but she almost felt sorry for them, as if they were so obviously pining for attention and, gee, isn’t that sad?!

Y’know, like it or not, we live in a world where 5-year-old girls are being discipled to live and look like hoes. And I don’t mean the garden tool. And, while I’m not claiming Sophie can describe everything she expressed nor can she articulate so much why, she did get it enough to know that “we don’t need to do that.” At… Five. Years. Old. At 9 or 10, in this day and age, it’s too late to begin teaching her how to manage the mental gymnastics of a world that sells a pathetic substitute for the well-lived Kingdom life. Way too late.

And, while we’re at it… Regardless of how acceptable it may be for girls to wear sweats with “cute words” on their rear, it will only be over my dead body that my daughter wears clothing that encourages hormonal boys who are mental philanderers to look at her derriere. Over my dead body.

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