Sometimes I have the most interesting conversations with Trynica.
On the way to the store today Tryn said to me: Mom, I want to be the most beautiful girl at Target. I have on beautiful clothes and I am going to be so beautiful.
Me, totally taken by surprise: What? What are you talking about babe?
Tryn: My clothes make me beautiful, and I want to be the most beautiful one at Target. Don't you think my clothes are beautiful?
Me: Your outfit is very cute, Tryn. But everyone is beautiful, no matter what they are wearing.
Tryn: Mom, boys aren't beautiful.
Me: Well, boys are handsome. But it's not your clothes that make you beautiful. Your smile is beautiful, your eyes are beautiful, when you are really nice to other people that makes you really beautiful. It doesn't matter what you are wearing or if other people are wearing clothes that you think are more beautiful...
Tryn: I want to be beautiful.
Me: You are so beautiful sweetie.
Later in the store...
Tryn, very sadly: Mom, I just saw a girl and she looked so beautiful. She was more beautiful than me.
Me: Tryn, it really doesn't matter what she is wearing. She looks very pretty, but you are very pretty too. And you will always be one of the most beautiful girls in the world to me and to daddy.
I thought I would have a few more year at least before I had to start having conversations like this. I am totally unprepared.
This was after she asked me this morning where babies come from - not kidding.