Emily and I went to the supermarket today. Sometimes, at the checkout counter, they give my kids free gifts. Just for being cute. Sometimes it’s colored pencils. Sometimes it’s beach balls. Today it was a bag of potato chips. Walking home, Emily quietly thought about what had just happened for a minute before we had the following conversation:

Emily: Daddy, why did they give me a present?

Me: That was very nice of them to give you a present. Why do you think they gave it to you?

Emily: Because I’m cute.

Me: (laughing) That’s right!

Emily: People always think I’m cute.

Me: That’s because you are cute. Don’t you think you’re cute?

Emily: I don’t know. I can’t see myself.

Me: Have you ever looked in a mirror?

Emily: Yes.

Me: OK. So when you see yourself in the mirror, do you think you’re cute?

Emily: Yes.

Me: And do you think Sebastian is cute?

Emily: (smiling) Yes.

Me: Is mommy cute?

Emily: Yes!

Me: And do you think I’m cute?

Emily: Yes. That’s because everyone who is a Zamrycki is cute.

Now that’s cute.