Somehow this thread brings up a memory of my maternal grandmother, who died three days short of her 102nd birthday --something she told me once that I have thought about many times over the years. She said that when she was a child, there were ugly children -- but as the years went by, she said it seemed to her, children got prettier. She said, "I never see an ugly child nowadays." I think the truth at the heart of her comments is that beauty really is in the eyes of the beholder and that eyes, as they get older, somehow see beauty in every child. JMO