Anya told me the other day that two boys told her she had an ugly face “and so does your mom,” they said. She didn’t even seem to care much. I asked, “What did you do?”
She replied, “I told on them.”
Me: Are you ok?
Anya: Yep. What’s for dinner?
I was more upset than she was. What’s with these kids?!
Although, I was impressed by the way she handled it.
Someone commented on my looks the other day and I boarded the worry train and rode it for two days straight. Guess I have a lot to learn about self image from my 8-year-old daughter.