Very Young Age Before Beauty

(I am babysitting a four-year-old girl. She is twirling around the living room in ballet slippers and a dress with a “magic wand,” occasionally pausing and demanding applause from her audience, which is me. Suddenly, she stops and bops me gently on the head with her wand.)

Girl: “I have turned you into a beautiful person!”

Me: “Oh, thank you!”

Girl: “You’re welcome!”

Me: “Wait… Does that mean I’m not a beautiful person usually?”

Girl: “You are a beautiful person. Now.”

(Talk about d***ed by faint praise!)

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