A few mornings ago, you and I were getting ready together in the bathroom. You saw me curling my hair, and asked what I was doing.
"Curling my hair. Does it look nice?" I asked.
NO! you shouted emphatically. I heard the Dad start to snicker from the bedroom.
But before I could speak to the insensitivity of what you said, you added, It looks beeeeeeeeeeaaaaaauuuuuuuutifuuuuuul! drawing out each sweet syllable.
You're lucky I didn't have mascara on yet.