accepting compliments

no no, that title isn't an invitation for you to compliment me. This is a post about what an extraordinarily mannered child we've raised. The other day, we were at Chick-fil-a (properly pronounced, at least in this household, "Chickalay") with my neighbors Jean and Harry. Harry said to Elisabeth, "Elisabeth, what pretty eyes you have!" to which she responded without missing a beat, "all the better to see you with, my dear."