Clara's always been an early bloomer. I don't really know the official age when the tweens begin, but she's SO there. She took all her winnings from her solo and duet at dance competition this year (when she places first she gets about $50 or $75, which is hysterical when I think about how much I spend on dance) and she bought herself a pink IPod Nano.
She kind of wiped herself out financially, but instead of letting her learn her lesson and wait until a birthday or until she earns some more money, Miguel took Clara to the store today and bought her an ITunes gift card. (way to go Dad). Because, you know, there weren't enough cd's in the house for her to go through.
After her first session, she had downloaded 5 songs. Unfortunately, Rodrigo helped her and the session was not supervised by me. So she ended up with a couple of Hannah Montanna (Disney Channel) songs and then you know that song Glamorous? "No". Oh and Also. Fergalicious? 
K, because I've been to a billion dance competitions I happen to be aware of that lovely tune. So I said, "Is that song appropriate for you?" This is where Rodrigo pipes in and says, "Don't worry Mom, we downloaded the CLEAN version." (Duh, mom, it's ok to listen to skanky hip hop music if they substitute "mother-father" for "mother-fucker". I did hear that once. But it wasn't a Fergie song. I don't even know if she uses that term. But that's not the point.) So I said to Clara, "You are 8, and you shouldn't be listening to music that has a clean version." And she said, "But Mom, she's Emily's favorite singer and she's like a month younger than me."
Seriously, I don't know if I'm going to make it through all this. I just gave her a book about periods, and now she's listening to music that's probably played in every strip club in America.
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