Last night I was holding Elise. She looked up at me and said, "Mommy? What do you think of me?"
I replied, "Well, you're my daughter. You're beautiful, you're funny, you're a smart little girl and I love you very much. Why do you ask?"
Elise smiled and said "I don't know."
So I asked her, "What do you think of me?"
Elise, "Eh, you look pretty good."
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