in the eye of the beholder

Chris and I were talking, as I'm sure most parents do, about how great/smart/beautiful/awesome our kids are. We had just finished gushing to each other about how much Flora has grown up and turned into a beautiful little girl and we turned to gaze at our charming/beautiful daughter. At that moment, she was standing with her back to us, wearing only a pair of dirty yellow athletic shorts, and digging a major wedgie out of her bum. Lovely, Flora, just lovely.