Zariah, my four-year-old, never walks through a store — she dances through it. The aisles are her stage, and if music plays from the speakers or a ringtone pings nearby, she twirls, spins, and throws in a few dramatic jazz hands. Most people smile. Some even clap. But last week, one woman didn’t.

She wrinkled her nose, muttered something just loud enough, and said, “Your mom should teach you some manners.”

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