Bringing up Daniel in a Justin Bieber world is not for the faint of heart.
But we can no longer sit idly by and let our sons minds and souls be perverted through their eyes….
The first time I saw my oldest son, I fell in love with him. He was perfect. Ten little fingers. Ten little toes. Long, chicken legs, just like his dad. And these big, bright blue eyes that I knew were going to break hearts one day. As my daughter held him gently in her two year old arms, I thought “If only he could stay this little forever.”