Gwen wanted to go to a friends house to play yesterday. I explained that I couldn't just call his mom and say she was coming over. This is the conversation that ensued.
Gwen: Why not? His mom thinks I'm cute.
Me:(Trying to steer the subject away from playdates) She's sure pretty isn't she?
Gwen: Yeah. She's prettier than you.
Me: Yeah...she's pretty.
Gwen: It's okay mom. You're still pretty. She's just prettier. (sighs) I wish you were as pretty as her.
Me: Well, what could I do to be prettier?
Gwen: Hmmm....you could buy more stylish clothes.
Me: What else could I do?
Gwen: You could dye your hair white like hers.
Me: What else?
Gwen: Maybe you could brush your teeth everyday.
Haha...it's a good thing I realized a long time ago how to use a mirror so that when other people point things out, I'm not caught off guard. Poor idolatrous little girl.