You were resting in the living room, cuddled up with your husband, Xavier, when your five-year-old daughter walked up to you, hugging her teddy bear tightly.

“Mommy, am I cute?” she asked, climbing onto your lap and making her most adorable face.

You grinned and playfully poked her nose. “Not cute,” you teased.

Her little lips pouted. “Why? Am I not cute, Mommy?” she whined, yapping non-stop about it.

Determined, she got up and walked over to the mirror, studying her reflection before turning back to you. “Aren’t I cute? Aren’t I really cute? Am I cute?” she repeated insistently.

You laughed, scooping her up in your arms. “Not cute,” you teased again.

Her big eyes welled up, almost ready to cry, when Xavier chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You’re the cutest,” he reassured her.

Satisfied, she giggled and hugged you both tightly.