My three-year old daughter, Clara, and her younger friend, Ella were playing upstairs while the adults were chatting downstairs. I was sitting at the top of the staircase, listening to ensure that neither of the kids jumped out a window or set their underwear on fire.
My daughter asked Ella to take off her shoes so she could jump on the bed with her.
“My mommy said I have to leave my shoes on,” Ella said.
“But your mommy isn’t here,” Clara replied. “You can take them off.”
I couldn’t believe it. Mt daughter was attempting to corrupt someone younger then her.
I was both horrified and a little proud of my little girl in that moment.