On the way home from out trip to Tennessee my husband and I stopped in a Cracker Barrel for Lunch. It was slightly busy with family's coming home from 1 last camp out and such.
As we're holding a normal conversation I see my husband get the
look. Curious I look around and see nothing at first. My husband then tells me to look down more as I was checking adults.
I finally see what he's looking at and I'm pretty sure my expression mirrored his.
This little girl could not have been older then 8 and she is seriously dressed like a hooker. She's got pigtails, a plaid miniskirt that would not cover anything up the minute she started moving quickly in any direction, knee high leather boots, and a tank top shirt in white that was so thin she needed to wear something under it cause I could see skin through it, I'm pretty sure someone would be able to see nipples if they went over. All she was missing was the heavy make up!
We had to seriously ask to move to another table because there was no way we would be able to eat with her there, and more then likely I would have snapped off on the parents for letting their child out in public like that! It still ticks me off and my husband had to drag me away when I made noises about stopping at their table.
As we're holding a normal conversation I see my husband get the

look. Curious I look around and see nothing at first. My husband then tells me to look down more as I was checking adults.I finally see what he's looking at and I'm pretty sure my expression mirrored his.
This little girl could not have been older then 8 and she is seriously dressed like a hooker. She's got pigtails, a plaid miniskirt that would not cover anything up the minute she started moving quickly in any direction, knee high leather boots, and a tank top shirt in white that was so thin she needed to wear something under it cause I could see skin through it, I'm pretty sure someone would be able to see nipples if they went over. All she was missing was the heavy make up!
We had to seriously ask to move to another table because there was no way we would be able to eat with her there, and more then likely I would have snapped off on the parents for letting their child out in public like that! It still ticks me off and my husband had to drag me away when I made noises about stopping at their table.

looks, and she gives me the nod to go ahead:



It's called parenting for a reason. My mom never let me out of the house wearing what she considered icky stuff (mind you, my tastes were borderline goth/just plain weird, not slutty - I once bought a t-shirt with a grinning skull in a top hat and smoking a cigar on it because I thought it was funny; Mom didn't think so and made me return it to the store. Which at the time I was not happy with her over that, but in retrospect, it was one of those things that make me go "dayum, what was I thinking when I got that?").



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