On our flight back home, I leave Anjali in her seat eating her snack while I take Nik to the toilet. When we return, I see the flight attendant standing at our seats, talking to Anjali. As I take my seat, the attendant asks me softly, with a smile, “What is your daughter’s name?”
I tell her.
Then she tells me that she had the following conversation with Anjali:
FA: “You are such a pretty girl!”
Anjali: “Thank you.”
FA: “How old are you?”
FA: “What’s your name?”
Anjali: “I won’t tell you.”
Then the FA told me, “You trained her well!”
She should have see her at the airport.