A Sign That a Good Day Has Gone Horribly Wrong...or How to Stick Your Foot in Your Mouth Without Even Trying

(A Brady Bunch Rerun is Playing on t.v.)

G: Mom, I wish you weren't my mom and that Mrs. Brady was my mom! *big happy smile*

Me: Well, I wish that Cindy were my daughter and not you.


Later.......


Me: G you have a beautiful heart and that is what everyone loves about you. Always keep your beautiful heart.

G: Oh no *look of horror overtakes face* Well great, no one will think I'm beautiful anymore.

Me: What do you mean? You are so beautiful?

G: Well, everyone says I look like you. And when you wake up in the morning you look all tired and rusty like this *makes a face like someone who has been melted by molten lava*.

Me: You don't think I'm pretty when I wake up in the morning?

G: NO. I mean you look like this *makes same face in case I didn't get the point the first time* And if I look like that no one is going to think I'm beautiful.

Me: You should probably just stop talking now.