My husband does this thing my girls love. When he tucks them into bed at night, or while we’re riding in the car, or at some random moment in the living room on any given day, he shouts out, “Who’s pretty and smart?” And our girls raise their hands. Sometimes they raise both hands. “Mom! You have to raise your hand, too!” They smile and squeal. “Oo, oo, I am, I am! I’m pretty and smart!” I shoot my hands in the air and giggle. My daughters know they’re beautiful, because their Daddy tells them so. But the truth is …
