Another doozy

I had a migraine the other evening, and Grace was being unbelievably sweet.  She came over to stand by me while we were talking, and she patted me on the head and said "it's okay, you don't have to open your eyes while we talk."  Then, this followed:

Grace:  I like your earrings.

Me:  Thank you.  Pop gave them to GoGo when I was born to give to me when I turned sixteen.

Grace:  You have really nice parents.

Me (with my heart so full):  I do, don't I?

Grace:  Yep!  Better than mine!