A wife and her husband stood in front of their bathroom mirror, applying all the toiletries to either create a face or mold a do, and all the while complaining: “My hair won’t stay put,” or “I can’t get the right color in my cheeks,” and continually grumbled about unsightly facial hair and eye rings and such. Meanwhile, their three year old daughter stood between them, attempting to brush her hair, and as she did, she repeated to herself over and over again with a smile, “I’m pretty … I’m pretty.” … even with the mirror a good foot and a half above her line of sight.

Roger McManus