"Mom," my daughter said when she came home from school. "I'm perfect!"
I looked at her. "Well, that's debatable."
"But I am," she insisted. "I was measured in class, and all of my proportions are the exact measurement of the golden ratio." (She has been studying DaVinci's Vetruvian man and the golden ratio in her gifted math class.)
"That's nice," I said, unimpressed.
"Only two of us in the class were perfect. I was one of them."
She was obviously very proud of this little revelation. "Okay," I said. "Did they measure your personality? Is that perfect?"
Without missing a beat, she said, "Mom, you know I'm the perfect drama queen!"
Yes. So I guess it's official. My daughter is perfect in every way. Ha!