My daughter (4) turns the aisle into her dancing stage, every time we’re at the store. People usually smile—until last time. An older woman gave us a nasty look and said, “Your mom should teach you some manners.” My daughter calmly replied, “Tell your husband.”
Now, let me back up and say—my kid isn’t what you’d call “shy.” Zariah has always been full of energy and imagination.
When she hears music, her body just moves. Whether it’s the background speaker at CVS or a jingle on someone’s ringtone, she’s twirling. I never wanted to squash that out of her.
The world will dim your light soon enough—why would I start early? So when we’re grocery shopping and she wants to skip beside the cart or spin like a ballerina near the apples, I let her. I keep her safe, of course.
I make sure she’s not in the way. That day, though, she was dancing to a commercial playing near the freezer section. A little shimmy, a clumsy spin, and then jazz hands.
Nothing wild. I smiled and clapped lightly, and she did a little curtsy. A few people grinned as they passed.
Then came this woman. Late 60s, maybe. Neatly dressed, that stiff kind of hairdo you know takes a lot of hairspray.
She scowled, not even slowing her cart, and muttered just loud enough, “Your mom should teach you some manners.”
Before I could even open my mouth, Zariah turned to her, tilted her head, and said with that straight-faced, preschool sass: “Tell your husband.”
I blinked. The woman’s mouth dropped open. Then she huffed and pushed past, shaking her head.
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