After losing her second tooth last night, Baby Duck told me several times today that she didn't want to smile until at least one of the teeth came in because people would think she looked weird.  I told her she looked beautiful and that she had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of; all of us lose or have lost our baby teeth.  
    A few minutes ago, I heard her say, "Three things I need to be:  Pretty, pretty and pretty."  I called her into the room to suggest that while being pretty was a perk, that she might want to set her goals higher for what she needs to be.  I recommended choices like smart, kind and loving.  
    I'm realizing that I am the mother of two tiny all-too-soon-to-be-young-women.  I am scared to death.

CL