I was in the grocery store. There was a cart ahead of me with a seriously charming wide-eyed toddler in it. I looked over at her and smiled, because I always smile at well behaved children.
Each time I looked up she was staring at me, if I moved she would crane her neck to see me. We moved on to the next aisle. This time the little girl and her mother were coming the opposite way. We were gliding past each other when I heard the little girl say, breathlessly, earnestly, in a half whisper, as though I were a princess, “Mommy… she is beeeyoooootiful.” My heart nearly burst.
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