When I picked up Lex from school, she handed a little daisy
to me, “For you, mommy!”
I said, “Thank you! You’re always giving me flowers. You’re
so thoughtful.”
She said, “Because I like you and I like giving you flowers.”
“Thank you,” I said again.
“Because I think you’re pretty,” she added.
“Thank you,” I said once more.
She continued, “Even though you have pimples, it doesn’t
mean that you’re gross. I still like you.”
And I was speechless.
And I was speechless.
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