Pretty

Selah admired her new haircut in the rearview mirror of the van. She added a flowered headband and smiled.

"How does this look, Mom?" she asked. "Do I look pretty?"

"Yes, you do," I answered. "Oh, so pretty."

"Yes, and who do I get that pretty from?" she asked coyly.

I smiled. Wow! She thinks I'm pretty! She sees a resemblance.

"You know," she continued, cocking her pretty little head. "Daddy!"

Squares, Not Circles! Didn't You Know?

We drove around searching for a parking spot for the kiddie hair salon. The plaza was packed and it didn't look good.

"I've seen this before," Selah chirped. "Hey, we are going in squares, Mom!"