She'll Never Work for the CIA

A dinner conversation:

Rachel: E told me a secret in school today.

Me: What was it?

Rachel: I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

Me: Well, you know you aren't supposed to keep secrets from your mom.

You could really see her pondering where her loyalties lie.  On the one hand, E is her very best friend at school and she had entrusted Rachel with a secret.  However, I was  the M.O.M., Master Of Most, supreme power in her life.  This was a major quandary for a 6 year old.  I didn't push.  I would have, but there was no need.  Rachel folded like a deck cards under the intense pressure of one reminder that she shouldn't keep secrets.

Rachel: OK.  E said T was stupid.

Me: That wasn't very nice.  But don't you feel better now that you aren't keeping that secret.

Rachel: Yes.  I don't like secrets.