I put lip gloss on after lunch, and Lola gazed at me with more approval than usual. "You have beautiful lips!"
"Thank you, Lola! You have beautiful everything!"
We beamed at each other for a moment, until my fears of raising a shallow, vain child rose up(these fears are exacerbated by Lola's habit of calling herself "a fashion girl" and making everyone clap as she struts about). I said, with plenty of preachiness and tortured syntax, "Do you know what is the most important thing to have be beautiful?"
Lola stopped to think. "No."
"A beautiful heart!"
Lola said instantly, "I don't have a beautiful heart! (lengthy pause) I have a weird heart!"
6 comments:
Self knowledge. A gift beyond price.
i think having a weird heart sounds like a lot more fun.
Jim stole my comment. Jim! *shakefist*
I hope Miss Lola's heart always stays a little weird. That would be a beautiful thing indeed!
also, as someone who had a heart attack 5 years ago. i can tell u about hearts.
that is funny, hughman makes people clap when he walks around as well.
:)
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