I was working with my three-year-old preschool friend Katelyn yesterday when she suddenly noticed my earrings. (I’m not sure why it took her so long. I have a weakness for long sparkly earrings…it’s the magpie in me) She stared at them for a moment before gasping out, “Miss Susie! Are you allowed to wear earrings?”
I think I did a pretty good job not bursting into laughter before I calmly replied that I was indeed “allowed” to wear them. Katelyn just looked at me doubtfully, so I felt the need to explain further to her.
“I’m a grown-up so I get to make my own decisions”
“Really, I am”
Katelyn just tilted her head, considering this. It wasn’t until I pointed out to her that I was tall just like her mommy that she finally decided that I might possibly be a grown-up.
I’m still not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing…