It Was Only in My Dreams . . .

Apparently, K has inherited her mother's overinflated sense of self worth. For a little background, I should probably explain that in the back of my brain, everyone is secretly in love with me. My date from three weeks ago hasn't called? He was just in awe of my awesomeness. My first real boyfriend (who is now married with two kids) only dated girls who looked like me after we broke up when I went to college because, well, he's still secretly in love with me. The guy from work who doesn't ask me out despite the fact that I used to stop in his office for small talk at least twice a day for a week? Obviously intimitated. The old friend from college who's always delighted to talk to me when we see each other online? Just biding his time before he asks me out. You probably get the point.

With all the pressures kids will face as they grow up (especially girls), I believe they need three things: lots of love, a good sense of humor and great self-esteem. Apparently, I have done a bang up job of instilling all three in my daughter. As we were driving home from daycare yesterday, out of the blue K informed me that she was the most popular kid in her class. When I asked which one (she has three), she exclaimed "All." Needless to say, I just about wet myself laughing when she followed up with "My teachers didn't tell me that, I just know it."

Ever since then the Debbie Gibson song (circa 1986) keeps playing in my head . . . "Love . . . as real as it may see-ee-eee-m . . . it was only in my dreams . . ."

Yes, I realize that I am delusional and apparently it's hereditary. Quite honestly, I couldn't be happier.