I call my daughter Little Bird, but don’t let the name fool you: she’s a tough little chick.
I tell her older brothers it’s their job to keep an eye on her, and in the future it will be their job to watch out for her in school. The way things are going, though, she’s not going to need them.
Yeah, she likes her girly stuff. She wears pink, she likes shoes & dresses, has her fair share of dolls. But she can identify Social Distortion when she hears them. I took her for a ride the other day and she requested Clutch’s “Rock & Roll Outlaw”, then sang along with the chorus. I’m thinking it may be time to introduce her to some Joan Jett.
Rock hard, play hard. Big trouble in a small package.