A Pretty Man

Mama, you look very pretty, compliments D as I fetch the car keys.

His sweet, smiling yet sincere face adding more value to the words of admiration.

Thank you sweetie, I say, taking pleasure in my pumped up ego so much so that I almost feel giddy until I hear him follow up his remark with....

Yes, you do Mama...just like a man!

Eh? A man? I look like a man to you? I ask him incredulously.

No, I said that because of your outfit. I am wearing a business suit this morning- a black suit with a grey shirt.

This outfit makes me look like a man to you?

Yes, mama, a pretty man!