I know I am not supposed to tell my daughter she is pretty because then I am enforcing all sorts of longterm damage.  You know,  defining her self-worth with beauty,  making her vein, or self-conscious.  It is so easy for women to become obsessed with their looks because culture is.

But sometimes The Munch looks so cute, and I can’t help myself. The words just vomit out of my mouth.

Toni: “Munch, you are so pretty!”

Munch: “I know Mamma.”

Toni: “You know your pretty?”

Munch: “Yeah.  I know I am beautiful too.”

(Yeah, pretty sure she knows she’s got it going on)!