Morning, as Owen is getting dressed for work.

Conal: You look cute?

Owen: No, I don’t look cute.

Conal (concerned): You look cute?

Owen: No. I don’t look cute.

Conal (smiling, head cocked to the side): You look cute?

Owen: OK, yes, I guess I look cute.

Late morning, after combing Conal’s hair and washing his face.

Conal: I look cute?

Me: Yes, you do. You look very look cute.

Conal: I awfully cute.

Me: Yup. You sure are.

Conal (smiling, head cocked to the side):  You cute, Mama.

I guess we’re just a bunch of cuties. In Conal’s mind at least!

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