On the drive home today, Anna mentioned that one of the 4th graders looked "just like Taylor Swift, but without the curly hair." I remarked idly that I wished I were pretty, but I had to settle for brains instead.
Drew spoke up from the back seat. "You're pretty, Mom."
I said, "Thank you, Drew."
"There's no 'thank you' about it," he stated. "You're pretty, Mom."