I had completely forgotten this story until just now when I was telling my son “no.”
I was at a local grocery store called Giant Eagle picking up a prescription. It hadn’t been filled yet, so I sat on the bench to wait and casually watched a mother try to tell her daughter to stop touching everything in the aisles. She had knocked several items off the shelves already, and the mother clearly had had enough. But the girl wouldn’t listen.
While the mother was down an aisle from me, the little girl wandered over to the pharmacy area and started playing with a display of eyeglasses right in front of me. Not wanting her to break them, I looked right at her, as serious and as sternly as I could, and flat out said, “Don’t touch those.” The girl looked at me, backed away and sat down on the bench next to me. When the mother finally realized her girl had wandered off, she came over to collect her.
That’s when the little girl looked at her mom and said, “I’m bad.”
The mother just looked at her and chuckled a bit and said, “Yes, you are.”
I could barely contain my laughter because when she said it should looked back at me, clearly referring to the instance where I had to tell her no.