Mirror, mirror, on the wall
This morning I laid Sophia gently down on the changing table to get her ready for the day.
“Good morning, sweetie!” I said. “How are you today?”
“I’m pretty!” she replied with her usual thick dose of charm.
Why, yes. Yes, you are. Hmm . . . I wonder how many times I say that to her a day? All those times of also telling her she’s smart, has great rhythm and always makes me laugh? Of course all the girl remembers is “I’m pretty!” Wouldn’t you?



This made me laugh out loud. I love that girl!