The other day, Shrimp and I were cruising around town running our errands like any other day. I hear her asking me something from the back seat and I can't make out what she's saying. I asked her several times to repeat it but I never could figure it out.

Finally when we stop and I go to get her out of her seat, I asked her again what she was saying.

She said, very emphatically I might add, "How are you, Mama?"
"OH!!! I'm good, Baby. How are you?"
"Good," she says. "I'm pretty."

I just laughed but inside I was thinking how I hope she never loses that. I hope she'll always think she is beautiful, wonderful, perfect. Because she is.