A little girl at Emmett's daycare always rushes up to B. or I when when we arrive. "Ooooh, Emmett's mommy," she says, "I really like your watch. It's so orange." Or "What a pretty ring! Why is it so shiny?" She strokes whatever item she is complimenting and I practically have to push her out of the way to greet my little guy, who is trying frantically to get past her to be picked up.
I applaud her natural Dale Carnegie-like ability to notice my unique aspects and really engage me -- even though she is a tad bit effusive, she has me fully believing that it's not empty praise.
To confirm my theory, I asked B. what kind of compliments she lavishes on him. He's has gotten the following: "Wow, I like your arm hair" while petting his rather furry forearm and "I like your knee" while feeling around on the wallet he carries in his front pocket.
