She dared me.
My three-year-old daughter dared me.
Sure, she doesn’t know what a dare is, but when I suggested she and I could make her a wooden garden box, she scrunched up her face and said “maybe daddy should do it.”
That’s all she had to say for me to get my back up. Did she think we couldn’t do it because we’re girls?
I will always remember the day I first gave in. I was sitting on the floor between rows of shoes in a department store trying to steer my determined two… Read more »