I thought I understood my daughter, but I was wrong

When my five-year-old daughter’s teacher said, “She’s a very quiet and reserved little girl,” I checked to make sure that she was reading from the correct file. Obviously she didn’t know Norah, our snarky little self-proclaimed princess who was never quiet.

Mel and I were at Norah’s first ever parent teacher conference, crammed in child-sized black cha…