Decent.

This morning Bella told me that she wanted to look just like me when she grew up. I though that was very nice and then I told her that she would look a little like her Daddy too, at which point she started crying. I thought that was very funny.

This afternoon at lunch Bella told me that I look decent, "and that means you don't look too bad!". I'm not sure where the change in perspective came from, but I'm guessing that there is a limit to how long I can stay in my pajamas in the morning. I still look lovely in them for breakfast, but if I'm still wearing them at lunch time I only look "decent".