We were at the park the other night, playing near two young boys throwing a baseball back and forth. After running around the playground for a bit, Mia sat down on the green grass and began to pick flowers.
She then said the following to me:
“Mommy, why is that boy looking at me?”
“I don’t know, honey”
“He must love me. He must think I’m beautiful.”
“I bet you are right”
When they were handing out confidence, Mia must have received a second helping.
Maybe even thirds.