This evening, as I made my way around the house closing the blinds for the night, Hannah asked, "What are you doing, Mama? Why do you close the blinds at night?"
"Well," I replied, "because when it gets dark outside people can see into our house, and we don't want them too."
"Why not?" she probed.
"Don't you think it would be strange to have people watching what we do at night?" I asked her in return, not wanting to delve into the details of stalkers, thieves, and murderers.
"No," she replied, smiling, "I like people watching me! I like a lot of people watching me all the time!" At least I'm raising an honest narcissist.