At the grocery store, my 4-year-old twirled through the aisles like it was her stage. Most smiled—until one woman scolded, “Your mom should teach you manners.”
Without missing a beat, my daughter looked up and said: “Tell your husband.”
The woman froze. My little girl went back to dancing, reminding me that joy doesn’t need permission—and sometimes, honesty from a child is the sharpest truth.
