I love the Bruno Mars song "Just the Way You Are." (If you haven't heard it, click here.) From the first time I heard it, it made me think of my daughter Haley. She's beautiful, she's wonderful. In the words of the song, she is amazing, just the way she is.
So a couple of days ago, we were in the car together, just the two of us. The song came on the radio and I told Haley that I really love the song because it made me think of her. She listened to it, then asked me why it made me think of her. I told her that it was because I wanted her to realize that she is incredible and amazing.
In my head, the next thing to come would be a touching moment where she was empowered by realizing that she is wonderful just as she is. There would probably be a big hug. Maybe even a sentimental tear or two.
In reality, she said: "Huh. That's kind of weird."
The touching moment then degenerated into a round of "You're weird." "No, you're weird." Followed by a rousing chorus of "You're a weird-o... just the way you are."