Mr. Compliments

My four-year-old son gently stroked my toes.

"Oh, Mommy," he exclaimed, "I just love your pretty nail polish."

My heart melted and I smiled at my sweet boy. "Thank you, honey," I said.

"Your toes are so shiny and red and sparkly," he continued.

I ran my fingers through my son's unruly hair and kissed his nose. "You know, some day you might marry a girl who likes to paint her toe nails pretty colours."

My son thought for a moment and replied, "Yeah, I'd like that, Mommy. But you know what?"

"What, sweetie?"

"I hope the girl I marry is more sophisticated than you are."