One of my students, a handsome and charming five year old boy, was rummaging around in my bag and discovered my makeup compact. I opened it up and let him look at himself in the mirror. After a few seconds, he pushed it away and said, "I don't want to see my face."
"Why not?" I asked him. "You have such a beautiful face."
"No, I don't." he said. "I hate myself."
I was aghast. "No, no, please don't say that. You're very handsome. I love to look at your face. Doesn't your Mommy always tell you how cute you are?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Mommy never says anything like that."
Excuse me while I go murder Mommy.
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