As I sat in the waiting room of one of my kid’s classes I was basking in the relative quiet and using the opportunity to get some emails sent out for work in the midst of what is an incredibly busy week. I glanced up to see what was happening on the other side of the observation window and looked back down at my computer screen to finish the task at hand when I heard a little voice next to me provide her doting grandmother with an incredibly inaccurate piece of information.
A very specific piece of information.
About a specific little girl in the class.
Nothing mean at all. Nothing hurtful. Nothing that had any impact on my life at all.
She was just wrong. Plain old wrong.
And I didn’t turn to her. I didn’t stick out my tongue. And I didn’t say…
“Nuh-uh, she’s not!”
I sent another email instead.
See? Grown up. Ish.