Shaylee: Libby, your lips look so shiny.
Me: I have on lipstick.Ouch. While the remark did sting, it gave me a great ides for a new career path. I am going to sell Mary Kay. However, instead of reeling clients in by offering them a free facial, I am just going to bring along my associate Shaylee to tell them what they really look like without make-up.
Shaylee: Your eyes look so big
Me: I have on mascara.
(By now I was starting to get a Red Riding Hood vibe, and was afraid my darling little niece was about to turn into a creepy Swedish vampire creature, but I didn't let on)
Shaylee: You just look so different. You look so... so... so... pretty.
(Yes, I was a little taken aback, but I thought to myself that she is only four, and that decking a flower girl is not proper wedding etiquette. However, I couldn't just let it go.)
Me: Well, don't I normally look pretty?
Shaylee: You normally look like Libby.
I see a pink Cadillac in my future.