...I'm sharing this on all the forums I read...It's been almost 24hours and I'm still sick to my stomach...Yesterday my Daughter came up to me and asked to talk. She looked serious and scared. She told me that she did something wrong and wanted to tell me, but I had to promise her I wouldn't be mad. I assured her that as long as no one was dead, she would be fine. She told me that a while ago when Jen and I were upstairs in the shower and she was downstairs playing with her dolls and two boys knocked on the back sliding door and told her to let them in and that they wanted to play with her. She told them through the open window, as I have told her 1,000,000 times before, that she needed to ask her Mommy and Daddy and she'd be right back. They told her no and to let them in. She said no and went to ask us. She said when she tuned around to head upstairs, they took off.
She was scared because I told her to be nice to people and she was, in her five year old mind, mean to them and felt awful about it. I explained to her that I was VERY proud of her and that she did the right thing. I told her that she was polite but telling the that she couldn't let them without asking Mommy and Daddy, and that she was great for not giving in. I told her that she was REALLY, REALLY good for doing what she did, and that she did EXACTLY what she should have, except that she should have told us right away.
She said that she didn't tell us because she didn't want to get into a timeout out for being mean to people.
I recognize that this may be the creation of a five year old little girl's mind, or she may have seen it on tv, or it may have been the kids in the neighborhood selling candy for the school fundraiser...but...I guess even living in the middle of nowhere in New Hampshire, you never know...