My five year-old daughter’s declaration to me:
“Daddy, I’m a person, and that means I can say whatever I want. Anything. Whenever I want.”
Nothing was said to incite this comment. I hadn’t corrected her or scolded her in any way. She simply looked up and made this declaration.
I was filled with two simultaneous and divergent thoughts:
- My God. She’s just like me. That poor child. Her life will be interesting, but it won’t always be easy.
- My God. My wife and I have a tough road ahead.
