Cut the crap, daughter. Your mom won the prize that is your dad, didn't she? Maybe the problem is just you.
My daughter, a 6th grader, hit puberty early. She's been fussing about a crush since a year ago, and today she even showed me a picture. A pretty boy who looks just like her dad. Up until then, I thought taste was hereditary.
And the trigger for the incident was the day she confessed to that boy.
As soon as she got home, she started wailing that she'd been rejected, and finally, she came out to the living room and said, "Why am I so plain like Mom!? I would've been pretty if I looked like Dad...!!"
I wasn't particularly hurt. She's still young. It happens. Besides, she's at a very prickly age.
Just as I was choosing my words to offer some empathy(?), my husband, who had been peacefully lying on my lap with his face buried in my stomach, sat up and said,
"Cut the crap, daughter. Your mom won the prize that is your dad, didn't she? Maybe the problem is just you?"
He dropped an absolute nuclear bomb.
The trigger for the incident was today. She had made a grand confession to that boy, only to be rejected. As soon as she got home, she poured out tears of sorrow, and eventually, she stomped out to the living room and hurled sharp resentment at me.
Why am I so plain like Mom!? I would've been pretty if I looked like Dad...!!
I thought it was understandable since she's still a child and in the middle of a prickly puberty. I wasn't particularly hurt. Rather, I was gently choosing my words to comfort the child and empathize with her sorrow.
That was when Soi, my husband, who had been lying on my lap with his face languidly buried in my stomach, slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
The air in the living room froze instantly at my husband's cold remark. Good grief, has this man actually lost his mind?
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14