Morning Conversation

The other day, Ivy, came into our bed to snuggle and our conversation went something like this....

Mommy: Ivy, do you think I am pretty?
Ivy: ,Ummm, Nah.
(The bed started to shake as Matt was trying to suppress his giggles.)
Mommy: Ivy, do you think Mommy is pretty? (I thought I hadn't heard her right the first time.)
Ivy: Nope (with a smile on her face)
Mommy: Why don't you think I am pretty?
Ivy:(really serious) Because of the yucky stuff.
(Now Matt was dying laughing in bed!)
Mommy: What yucky stuff are you talking about?
Ivy: Right there. (pointing to my cheek...I didn't even have a pimple on my cheek!)
So I did what any mother would do in that situation...I started to fake cry and tell her that she hurt my feelings. She started to get a little upset.
Ivy: I think your pretty Momma.
Now....that's what I thought!