On her recent visit to New York City, dressed in her finest my 6.5 year old niece asked me, ” Bua, who do you think was the prettiest in the room?”
I told her, “Me”. She asked me if I was serious, and I responded, “Absolutely”.
After some thought, she asked me, “so who do you think is the prettier than the prettiest?” I smiled and responded, “Still me”.
Feeling bad for my dejected niece, but not wanting to give up, I ask her if she wanted me to call her the prettiest because that is what she wanted to hear, or would she rather I be honest with her. To which she replied, ” If you were being honest, you would have told me I am the prettiest!”
And if you think that was the best part, I told my mother this story and while she marvelled at how smart her grand daughter is she commented, ” Don’t take it personally, but one of my colleagues told me recently that I was the prettiest lady on the family portrait!!!”