When does that kind of forwardness become socially unacceptable audacity? At what age does losing your mind over a broken toy or a withheld cookie become grounds for a psychiatric assessment? At what point does incontinence become less about wet wipes and a new pull up and more about monitoring fluid intake and travel plans involving routes with easily accessible bathrooms? When is it no longer cute to stare intensely at strangers, the look of either homicidal intentions or extreme paranoia clearly painting your features?
And in case you’re wondering, yes, I did race her once more and then I did leave…but not before giving her some serious stink-eye.