Last night, my husband and I caught about three minutes of the show "Toddlers and Tiaras." There was a pretty little girl in a lot of make up, smiling and standing before a crowd, her mother proudly looking on with tears in her eyes.
"When I'm in my make up," the little girl said, "I feel pretty."
And she looked pretty. I certainly wasn't scandalized. It looked like any other mother / daughter activity to me.
The next shot was a teaser for the next segment, in which a young girl, probably three or four, was walking down the corridor, getting ready to go on stage.
"Don't take your dress off right now," the mom said calmly. The girl stopped in her tracks, put her head down, whined, and flopped face-down on the floor in slow motion.
My husband and I dissolved into laughter. That would have been Natalina's exact reaction. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by the pressure on these families and the effort they must exert to go through this particular activity. They can have it. We're not interested over here. Let me tell you why.
1) I happen to think my two girls are the most beautiful human beings ever to toddle the earth.
Oh, you don't?