At the grocery store, my 4-year-old twirled through the aisles as if the linoleum were her stage. Most shoppers smiled at her whimsy—until one woman sharply scolded, “Your mom should teach you manners.”
Without missing a beat, my daughter looked up and simply said: “Tell your husband.”
The woman froze in place. My little girl casually went back to her dancing, reminding me that joy doesn’t require anyone’s permission—and sometimes, the honesty of a child provides the sharpest truth.
