The front-desk lady at the dance studio made my daughter cry.
I was in the back observing ten minutes of a dance class I’m considering for our son (yes, this is the same son who wears a sports bra; that’s a different post), and my spouse was with our kids in the waiting area. He tells the story like this:
Our daughter asked, “Can I go back and watch the class with my mom?”
The lady answered. “No. That’s just for your mom.”
Our daughter started crying.
“Why did she cry? Was the woman angry with her?” I asked.
“I couldn’t tell,” he said. “She might have been angry, or it might just have been the accent.” Read More