My girls have always been fashion-oriented (only in the regard that they are opinionated... not savvy). One day I came out of my room, dressed in a shirt and a skirt. Taylor remarked, "I love your skirt, Mama. But why are you wearing that shirt?"
I replied, "Because I like it."
"You do?" pause... "Well... you look beautiful."
"Thank you!"
"Not very, very, very beautiful though," eyeing my shirt. "Just beautiful."
I don't think being called "beautiful" had ever felt like disapproval before... Only Sweet Taylor.
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