A Teenager at 4

Some time ago, while waiting at the bank to make a withdrawal, my daughter started bawling. Her stomach was hurting, and the pain was unbearable. Concerned, I kept asking her questions like “Where exactly does it hurt” and “How long has it been hurting”. Fed up of my constant queries, she finally declared, between sobs, “Please don’t ask me any questions. I can’t tell you”.
Another time, another place, while being rebuked for not wanting to brush her teeth, she retorted, “Don’t spoil a beautiful day”. Yet again, under different circumstances, she commented that I should “Stop making my(her) life miserable”.
Maybe I’m being a bit harsh on her. Maybe I should stop interfering in her life. After all, she’s all of 4!