So the other day I told Sophia she was cute. She disagreed. I asked, in disbelief, "You don't think you're cute?" She said, "Not cute. Pretty." So we all agreed that she was pretty.
Later in the day I told her she was pretty. She said, "Not pretty. Cute." I told her she needed to choose an adjective for the day and stick with it.
She goes back and forth between pretty and cute, being contrary just for the sake of being contrary. So I have decided that every day, all day, she is pretty cute!
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