This led, of course, to an argument with her sister.
E: You look weird, mom.
L: No, she doesn't!
E: Yes, she does.
L: No, she DOESN'T!!!!!
I decided to mediate. Or instigate-- sometimes, magically, those two can be the same thing. "I think I look pretty."
E: No, just weird.
L seized on the opportunity to make peace, as she so often does. Well, she just looks pretty. But she IS weird.
E: Yeah.
I'm so glad they found a way to agree.
