Grace
A five year old in my nursery informed today that I was no longer funny.
Confused, I asked her what she meant.
She elaborated by saying: "You used to be funny because you're bald. But you're not funny anymore, you're pretty!"
She turned to her friend and questioned her, "Right? Isn't she pretty?"
Without even waiting for an answer she turns back to me and exclaims:
"See? You're just pretty!"
She looks up at me with a knowing look and says with a nod-
"You're pretty, that's it."
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