Good Looks

The other night Isabelle was walking around the living room and as she was walking toward me I said, "Isabelle, where did you get your good looks?" Without hesitation she turned and pointed at Scott. Scott thought it was hilarious. I scooped her up and was playing around saying,"What did you say?" And I asked her again,"Where you get them good looks?" She replied,"dada." Guess it wasn't a fluke the first time, she knew exactly what she was saying.