When I look at your adorable child, all I can think about is how much more adorable my children are. I understand it’s mostly just a physiological mechanism that defends me from facing the reality that my children may well, in fact, not be more adorable than your adorable child. So it’s not you. It’s me. And it doesn’t mean that I’m prevaricating when I stand there and say to your face that you have an adorable child. Because you do. But know that while you watch my lips moving, my brain is yelling, “BUT NOT AS ADORABLE AS MY KIDS!”
That is all.