She was combing her hair this morning as I prepared for the final countdown before liftoff to school.
Her – “Do I look like I’m in a movie?”
Although I’m biased, she looked especially lovely this morning. Hair was combed, wearing a bright, frilly new skirt her Nonna just sent her. How to respond? Hmmm. I said her name with the best Spanish accent I could muster to give it glamour…
Me – “Isabella!”
She smiled and combed on…
Me – “Well, you look so beautiful that you belong in a movie.”
Not the ideal message about beauty. Usually, I tell her she’d look stunning dressed in garbage bags. But this was the best I could do at 6:45am.
