Un clou chasse l'autre.

the last time i went to our office, there's this dude who was classmates with my mom in high school. he told us i looked exactly like her. so in the car...

sugarplum: dad, do i really look like mum when she was younger?
dad: haha the dude said so, didn't he? you probably do. but not really exactly alike, i guess.
sugarplum: so who's prettier?
dad: your mom, of course.
sugarplum: hmph. i don't want to talk to you na.
dad: well of course i'll vouch for your mom. she is my wife, after all.
sugarplum: but i'm your kid!
dad: the original is always best, of course.
*silence*
sugarplum: does that mean you have ugly genes?
dad: no. don't you know that sometimes having all pretty genes can make an ugly kid?
sugarplum: that doesn't make sense.
dad: yes it does.
sugarplum: it does not. after all, two positives make another positive, and a positive and a negative make a negative.
dad: i never said you were ugly anyway.
sugarplum: oh.

hahaha :)