I'm too cute

Darwyn is cute.  I know I'm not exactly an impartial audience, but to me she seems objectively cute....and she knows it.  Tonight as I watched her staring at herself in the mirror while she chanted "and my hair is cute and my eyes are cute and my belly is cute and my nose is cute..." I was reminded of a story from a few months ago...one I really should have written down.

The first time Darwyn started on this "cute kick" I had picked her up to cart her off to bed.  She wasn't completely thrilled with the idea of going to bed and tried to resist, first by squirming and kicking and generally being obnoxious.  When that didn't work she turned on me with her cutest smile and said "you can't put me to bed mommy....I'm too cute."  It almost worked.

Tonight as we sat on the couch Darwyn decided to admire someone else for a change.  I was in the middle of reading to Max and Darwyn came up beside me and stuck her face right between me and the book.

Darwyn: Mommy, you're pretty.

Greta: Thank you Darwyn.

I attempted to start reading again, but Darwyn's head remained parked in my way.

Darwyn: Mommy is pretty!  Mommy is pretty!  Mommy is pretty!

Greta: (craning to see around Darwyn's head)  Darwyn, maybe you can go tell daddy how pretty he is instead.

At this, Darwyn launched herself across the couch into her daddy's arms.  She paused for a moment, looking at him and then said, "Daddy....Mommy's pretty."  Ouch!