The Stranger

So, today I walked into a public restroom and there is a little girl in there by herself singing her little heart out.  It was pretty cute.  I went into the stall next to her and this is the conversation that we had:

Girl: Is that you Anita?
Me: Nope ;-)
Girl: Who is it? (I assume she still thought I was one of her family that I passed on my way in)
Me: I'm just a stranger.
Girl: silence...........Please, don't take me.
Me: OH, no I'm not going to take you...it's okay.
Girl: That's what strangers do :(
Me: Well that can be true, but I'm not going to take you.
Girl....silence
Me: Your family is right outside the door, I saw them on the way into the bathroom, they wont let anyone take you.

Thank GOODNESS another girl came in to tell her to hurry up because I think she was so scared there was no way she was coming out of that stall alone.  I should have told her mom or Anita what a good job she did teaching her daughter about stranger danger.

Note to self:  I am not a stranger, I am "someone else's mom".