[We enter an elevator mid-conversation…]
You did well back there with the boy at the clinic, dude. I think he may have just been less of an extrovert than you are.
I am definitely an extrovert. It makes sense that he was a little shy if he’s an introvert.
[Older gentleman gives me a weird look. Looks down at the kid.]
Older gent: But can you spell “introvert?”
[I get ready to intervene, but as it turns out I didn’t need to.*]
Introvert. Hm. I.N. – T.R.O – V.E.R.T. Did I get it?
[We exit the elevator and I don’t even look back.]
Yes, little dude – yes, you did.
*I don’t mind this kind of thing at all if she’s chatting with an adult and they try stumping her as part of a game where everyone is already having fun… but just walking into an elevator and straight into a spelling test seems like a) Dancing Monkey territory or b) a blatant attempt to take her down a peg. I am very happy to (sweetly) tell people off when necessary.