Evie, at age almost-three-years-old, is the most supremely self-confident and unselfconscious person I have ever met. All 2-year-olds are like that to an extent, but Evie has more innate charisma than I saw in either of my older girls at this age. She's not pushy about it: she simply knows that she, herself, is the most amazing person in whatever room she's in.

If I could somehow extract minute portions of her confidence and sell it in pill form, I'd be a millionaire overnight--fear and anxiety would be things of the past. Like Powdermilk Biscuits, Evie's Amazing Confidence Cure would give shy persons the strength to get up and do what needs to be done.

Evie. She's kind of a big deal. Just ask her. (Photo by Anne Nunn)

One of these days, I fear, the world will knock her down a peg or two. But until then, I revel in her earnest assessments of her own greatness. Here are a few things she's said lately:

1. "I'm going to be a princess when I grow up."

2. "Evie power to the rescue!"

3. "I am pretty, pretty, pretty today."

4. "I drew this picture for you. I know you will love it."

5. "I am a super-duper singing girl."

6. And, pretty much the best one ever...
Evie: "I hate boys."
Me: "Why do you hate boys?"
Evie: "Because they are jealous of me."

Who knows, sweetie? They probably are jealous of you. I know I am.