Gladys turns four today. She and her father are on their way to the pancake barn for an amazing and wonderful time. She put on her pink dress, pink and green stripey tights and blue shoes with pink flowers and then gazed at herself in the mirror. "I'm so beautiful," she said, as indeed she says almost every day, "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"
Honestly, what is the correct response day after day?
Some days we say, "Yes you are. You are beautiful."
Other days we say, "You are very beautiful inside and outside but inside is better."
Some days we're just tired and grunt. I probably need to memorize some kind of Bible verse I can fling at her.