Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Emily: Dad, did you notice that none of the other mummies are as pretty as mummy?

Me: That's definately true. But children always think their own parents are better looking than any of their friends'. I bet you think I'm the handsomest daddy of them all, don't you?

Emily: Errr, maybe.

Me: What do you mean 'maybe'? Who's handsomer than me?

Emily: Well, Amalia's dad is very good-looking. And he's got muscles, too.

[OK Emily, you can stop now.]

And you've got that mole on your forehead that I don't like very much.

[What's wrong with my mole? It's a beauty mark.

Like Marilyn Monroe's.]