That’s a response our girls learned early on. A little way to answer the perpetual coos of “Why are you so pretty?” “Why are you so sweet?” “Why are you so smart?” Before they could speak, I would say it for them to all inquirers and later they parroted it themselves. It’s become quite internalized and automatic for them:
“That’s just the way God made me.”
“It was sad she didn’t want people to know she was her,” she added absently as she flitted back out of the room with a twirl. I glanced back in the mirror and raised an eyebrow at myself. “Hello, Pot; Nice to see you, Kettle,” I murmured at my reflection.
I’ll be over here contemplating that for a bit… while I write a few things down.