My 3-year old is better than me at some things. Yes, it’s tough to admit. I so often focus on what I need to be teaching my daughter, it’s easy to overlook what she teaches me. As we were having lunch one day, I asked her if she wanted her favorite lunchmeat, salami. Out of her mouth came three words I had never before heard her utter, “No, thank you.” As I picked my jaw up off the floor, I asked her where she had heard that. “From myself, Mama.” That sounds about right, since she certainly hadn’t heard it from me. The nonchalance with which she said those three words struck me. She just stated it, plain and simple, no strings attached, no emotional baggage behind it. She didn’t say, “Oh I’m so sorry, but I’m just not in the mood for salami today, I hope that’s OK?” She …