You Need To Let My Daughter Tell You No

Okay.

You’re not going to like this, but please hear me out. I need you to let my daughter tell you no.

Yes. You.

I’m not addressing the random stranger at the grocery store, the bus driver, the old ladies at the diner who squeal with delight when we walk past their table. I’m not talking to strangers (for the record, they’re definitely not allowed to just randomly come up and touch her, and trust me, that enforcement is something I’m on top of every.single.day.).