The "Pretty Discount"

About a year or so ago, F started to tell women they were pretty - usually women with a ton of makeup and tiny clothes on. The "hooker chic" thing goes a long way with her, as it exudes a sense of exotic beauty usually reserved for Barbies. While in a checkout line, if we luck into a woman checker, F will study her for a bit, until she grows bored and moves to another activity, or she will be instantly smitten, and declare, "She's pretty!" She used to say this quietly, but not enough checkout women would hear her, so it's turned to an almost yell, "SHE'S PRETTY!" Usually the stunned woman immediately decides F is the most wonderful child she's ever encountered. Today it earned us a $5 discount at Target. Hot damn, my child is a coupon-creator. I am thinking there must be some way to put her through college with this talent.

Or we'll simply teach her to dress like Barbie and help her land a sugar daddy.