Cassie: Charlie’s so handsome. Don’t ya think?
Chloe: I suppose.
Cassie: What do you mean, suppose? He’s EXTREMELY handsome.
Chloe: His teeth are little buck-ish. And he has bad breath.
Cassie: Chloe! That’s kind of harsh.
Chloe: As an older sibling, it’s my responsibility to help you, the mother, see more clearly when it comes to the overall appearance of one of your children. A mother’s vision can get clouded. Charlie’s only nine. Maybe with braces and powerful mouthwash, he could achieve rock star status by the time he’s a young adult.
Cassie: Well….sheesh. (Pause) Do I have bad breath?
Chloe: No. Not usually.
Cassie: Jesus. Well if bad breath isn’t my problem – not usually, anyway – what’s MY flaw?
Chloe: You have a bad temper. Sometimes.
Cassie: Ahhh, yes. The temper. And your thing?
Chloe: I’m quite short. It would help if I were a bit taller. I wish I had some real height. Just a lot of things would…well, I’m not going to let it get me down. I can overcome it.
Cassie: Yes. I’m absolutely sure you can. You are “tall” in so many other ways, Miss. If I had your confidence when I was your age….Well, hearing I had bad breath would have set me back, I can tell you that.
Chloe: Oh, Mom. Nothing sets Charlie back. He could care less if I tell him he has bad breath.
Cassie: That’s true. He’s another one who is high on the confidence spectrum.
Chloe: Yea. You don’t need to blow his ego up any more.
Cassie: Hmm. I guess not. (Pause) Chloe?
Cassie: You’re EXTREMELY smart.
Chloe: Thanks, Mom.
Cassie: And QUITE beautiful.
Chloe: (giggling) Pffft.