My daughter asked me if I was vain. She’s five.
I thought about it seriously and answered “Yes, sometimes I am. Are you vain?” “Yes,” she responded. Hmm. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t like it. They learn about the seven deadly sins in Kindergarten?? I asked for an explanation. “What does vain mean, honey?”
“Vain is when you think you’re pretty.” We always tell her she’s smart and pretty. I didn’t want her to think that was a bad thing. So I tried to explain it was more along the lines of being conceited about it. “When were you vain, honey?” “Yesterday, when my hair was parted on the side with a barrette.”
It was a new hair style we tried for the first time. She looked super cute and she knew it. And you know what? I’m okay with that.
