Last night at bedtime:
Six year old daughter: Mom, I know your real name. It’s Cassandra.
Me, tucking her into bed: Welp, you’ve uncovered my big secret. Yes, that’s my name.
Daughter: We won’t tell anyone else. Just you and me know this secret.
Daughter: You should tell me your Amazon password and your iTunes password. I will keep it very secret when you tell me.
Me, pretending to contemplate: I don’t think so. I wouldn’t want you to use my password to buy things in secret.
Daughter: You just wait. Nobody can resist this.
And then she smiled so huge that I thought her lips were going to crack, and I couldn’t figure out where she learned such salesmanship.
And then I maintained my perfect record of not giving her my passwords.
