Last night, I was cuddling with my 3-year-old on the couch when he looked up at me and said, "Mommy, you're not pretty."
Don't worry; I fixed him right up with a time-out to think about what he'd said.
Him: "How long do I have to sit here?"
Me: "Until Mommy stops crying."
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