Have you met my daughter, the kid?

My daughter doesn't quite fit in. A lot of her friends are too busy trying to be fifteen instead of six. They like dancing to hip hop or High School Musical while duplicating Fergie's latest moves, they worry about their hair, they're all clothing and shoe freaks. Bella could care less about all that for now (thank goodness - it saves me a fortune). I'm sure that it'll turn with a vengeance eventually, but right now, she just seems to enjoy being a kid. She'll be packing her backpack with a water bottle, pirate map, stuffed animal, six marbles and a plastic stethescope to go on an adventure, and her friends are next door practicing on a "runway" in the backyard with full makeup and loads of bling.

So she likes being a kid. Revels in it, even. I think that's wonderful. There's plenty of time to be a hottie and worry about impressing the world. Why bring that on yourself before you have to?