remember when children were innocent and people fought to protect and maintain that innocence…

… Not too long ago I had a client in my office. She was accompanied by her bubbly little six year old daughter in curly pig-tails. Adorable little thing really. This little cherub was going through a stack of decorating magazine I keep at my desk and she excitedly thrust the magazine in her mom’s face declaring, “Look mommy! It’s Nicki Minaj! Isn’t she beautiful? I love her!”

It wasn’t really Nicki Manij [aka Roman, aka Rrrrosa, aka Split Personality Psycho Who Is Possibly Even Possessed] In fact, it wasn’t anyone famous, just a generic model standing in a fancy laundry room selling washing machines in her lingerie – You know, the typical advertising used to sell appliances now-a-days.

Since I was at work there was only so much I could say, or couldn’t say, like how the hell does a six year old know who Nicki Minaj is? My only recourse was to offer the mother my disapproving scowl.

And no, not everything a kid does is cute. Dancing to “Sexy and I Know it” being one of them.