Today as I was wiping down counters and switching batches of cookies in and out of the oven, my youngest daughter, now six and a half years old, came to me and said:
“I have learned something in my life.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What is that?”
“Even if you’re ugly, you are still you on the inside,” she said, trying to sound wise and final.
“And your mom and dad still love you,” she added.
“Umm . . . yes, yes of course they do,” I said.
“Unless they are evil,” she concluded.
The Midge hath spoken.