Princess in da house...

By Bad Dad on July 26, 2008 11:15 PM | Permalink

I rang home the other day and my little girl answered.

Now eight-year-old girls are teetering on that brink between being very, very sweet and being trainee women capable of twisting poor blokes around their little fingers.

But what she told me when I called has left me wondering what bracket she falls into.

Me: "Can I speak to Alex please?"

Jess (in the sweetest little girl voice imaginable): "No...he's not here. Oh hang on a second I think he's just come in the front door."

Me: "Why where has he been."

Jess (still sounding so sweet I just wanted to be home cuddling her): "He's been out playing with his bloods."

Crash!

Now for those not in the know - or without two stroppy teenagers (well one and a bit teenagers), bloods are brothers who hang around each others yards, chillin and that.

But my little baby girl talking 'street' - where did the innocence go?