Penelope, age three, stood in the hallway greeting strangers while her mommy talked to big brother’s teacher and then big sister’s.
Then mommy turned her attention at last to Penelope, whose bottom lip was pushed out in a pout. “What’s wrong?” mommy asked.
“Some people say I’m cute. And some people can’t see me.”
That’s when we learned there are only two kinds of people in the world, according to Penelope: Those who think she’s cute. And those who just haven’t met her yet.