Recently I was hanging out with my two-year-old, Sydney. It was one morning when Will was off at kindergarten. I happened to have the TV on and was flipping through channels. This was a liberating moment for me. With four of us in the house, I rarely get to watch anything of my own choosing.
I landed on the Ellen show. Soon the Pussycat Dolls started performing, scantily dressed and singing and gyrating.
Sydney, who had been happily playing with her Elmo doll, stopped in her tracks and looked at the TV. “I want to do that,” she said and she started dancing.
Ahhh! She wants to be a hoochie? What did I let her see!
I thought for a moment. Do I explain what it means to be a hoochie to a toddler? No. I let her keep bouncing with the beat. One day we’ll have to have a discussion about all this, but for now, keep dancing little girl.