At the breakfast table this morning…

Emma to Papi, “Papi, I am really going to marry you when I’m a grown up.”

Ana to Emma, “You know, Emma, you should marry someone who is handsome.”

Papi to Ana, “Are you saying that I’m not handsome?”

(pointed silence from Ana)

Well, then.

(For the record, I think he’s handsome. My standards must be a whole lot lower than Ana’s.)