While waiting in line, my daughter called a stranger “old”—and the way he reacted left me completely speechless.
We were on an ordinary grocery run that day, with my ever-chatty daughter, Suri, sitting in the cart and describing everything around her as if it were a nature documentary. We found ourselves waiting in line behind a man—probably in his late 60s, sporting gray hair and a cardigan reminiscent of my own grandpa. Out…