Choosing to reframe how you perceive your daughter’s response is one of your awesome superpowers.
The woman cooed, “You have your daddy’s eyes.” The child wrenched her chin away, planted her fists on her hips, and declared, “I don’t have my daddy’s eyes. These are my eyes! I don’t look like a boy.”
To this day, I thank my lucky stars I wasn’t able to pluck her out of that clothes rack before she stopped screaming. If I had, I would have tried to bribe her to prevent my own embarrassment, anything to make her be quiet. I never would’ve learned my valuable lesson—