“Sweetie, I appreciate your compliments. I love them. They make me feel warm, and like I am, indeed, providing you a decent childhood. However, sometimes your compliments sound a little bit creepy…like this morning when you practically growled at me, “Well…does somebody look pretty this morning.” Your hand was on your hip and you were leaned in a way that I associate with men from whom I run and hide, spending time in the ladies room. Sweetie, you know how much I hate the ladies room. It is my love for you that makes me determined to fix this….”