No Self-Esteem Issues Here

This morning as I was buckling Luke into his carseat, he casually informed me, "I'm kinda great."

I thought I'd misunderstood him, so I asked him to repeat himself, but no - I had heard correctly: "I said, I'm kinda great."

"Oh really?" I said, failing to keep an entirely straight face.

"Yeah," the nonchalant reply, "and pretty."

Just so you know.

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