We got our little girl when she was two and we were foster parents. Her mother was a drug user and liked to party all night and ignore her kids. Thought we would only have her for a couple of months while her mother straightened out. She never did. We adopted her last October and she turns 6 next year. The night we got her we almost took her back. It was "fuk this, fuk that", throwing things, tearing things up. Talked like she was a 25 year old crack hoe.
Yesterday her and I were driving along and she is in the back seat singing like she normally does. Usually some boy or girl band teenage songs. Except this time it is "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." Something funny about hearing that song come out of the mouth of a 6 year old black girl. So I would say nurture has overcome nature.
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