Last night, CJ, my 7 year old daughter, asked if she could get a spiked dog collar. To wear.  On her own neck.  For the first day of school.
My first response, was, “What?  Why?”  as I had flashbacks of my own teen years, vacillating between heavy metal and emo, and all the lost angst I personally felt manifesting itself in my 7 year old baby girl. I thought I had time before this style (although I love it) piqued her interest.
She answers, beaming from ear to ear.  ”Because, I want …