Peer Pressure!

I usually drop Angel in my car in front of her school and she opens the door, gets down, closes the door and goes to the spot which is allotted for her class and their class teacher picks them up when the bell rings. Sometimes she wants me to drop her to that allotted spot and I oblige her request once or twice a week. One such time when we were walking to drop her to her class, she spotted a classmate of hers, lets call her S and we waited for S to catch up. 

As soon as S joined us, she whispered in Angel’s ear: Why is your mom dropping you? Are you scared?

And she started to run.

To which Angel replied: I am not scared, I want her to drop me!

All the while not letting go of my finger, she said: Mama, you know S’s mom drops her all the time.

And I dropped her where the rest of the classmates were.

I know it’s not that big a deal and even for her it was business as usual, but I love that at this age how objective she is and didn’t succumb to peer pressure. Not yet anyway.