I don’t know about you, but when I was a child, I was absolutely brimming with confidence. (Which lasted right up until middle school.) I had no fear. I was so sure of myself. I knew I was the bomb…or something like that.
And sometimes I miss that feeling. But I LOVE being reminded of it when I hear the comments of the kids I babysit. Two of the little girls I used to nanny for were confidence queens. But Sophie, well, she took the cake.
One afternoon, I was out with DG (the mom), Ben, Sophie, Brooke and the baby at Pizzeria Uno’s. DG and I had strategically placed ourselves around the table so that we could help any of the kids easily enough, and ended up sitting across from one another. Our waitress came over with the kids’ meals, delivering them with a smile and clearly at ease with a table of young and rambunctious children.
As she left, Sophie continued to color in her placemat, but commented: “Our waitress is really pretty.”
DG looked at me, clearly proud that her daughter was saying something so nice, so genuine, so –
Then Sophie looked up: “But not as pretty as me!” And she did the cute little-kid-smirk. You know, it’s the I-know-what-I-said-was-kind-of-wrong-but-I’m-cute-so-you’re-gonna-let-me-get-away-with-it.
Just as quickly, the look on DG’s face turned from pride to something just shy of shock. “Liebchen, what do I say to that? I want to laugh, but I shouldn’t let her think she can say things like that, should I?”
Seeing as I was trying hard not to laugh myself, I had very little advice to offer her. That, and the fact that she’s the mother of four, and I was a 21-year-old college senior.
But the fact was, that Sophie was still at an age where a) she was supremely confident in herself (at least in her appearance), and b) she could get away with saying nearly anything that was on her mind.
It just proves that you really can get away with anything when you’re that adorable.
Hey, Sophie, wanna trade places for a day?
*John Mayer, “83”