A true conversation I had with Josh this morning:
Joshie: Oh Mommy, you are so pretty! Pretty pretty.
(This took me aback because I was in my grubbiest clothes and coloring my hair. And cleaning my mess in the bathroom. Pretty? He was either being a cute toddler or he wanted something.)
Me: Oh, thank you, Joshie. Why am I pretty?
Joshie: You pretty. Look, I have a Spiderman book! Can I have juice?
Me: You've already had juice today, sweetie.
Joshie: But you're pretty, and I want juice!
Me: What makes me pretty?
Joshie: Your hair is pretty. And your tummy.
Me: You win. Let's get you some juice.
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