One night, my eight-year-old son, Zakariya, and I were scanning the TV listings for something to watch.
"Oooh, there's a beauty contest on," I said. Zakariya asked me what a beauty contest was, and I explained that it was a contest to choose the most beautiful woman in the world.
Then my son thrilled me by asking with complete sincerity, "Why aren't you in the contest, Mommy?"
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