Twenty minutes ago, as Heather and I were driving around, running errands, (not listening to the radio, I might add)
Heather: Mom, you know that song? The one where the guy says, 'You don't know you're beautiful'?
Heather: Well, that's wrong.
Me: What do you mean?
Heather: Well, we do know we are beautiful. That guy is wrong. We already know!
May it ever be so.