As I was carrying Ella to bed after a long day:
Ella – No one is as beautiful as me!
Me – Oh, I think there are kids that are as beautiful as you, Ella.
Ella – Na-ah!
Me – I’m sure there are kids that are as beautiful as you.
Ella – Na-ah! Because they don’t have this pretty dress.
Me – There are other kids with the same dress, you know. They can buy it at the shop.
Ella – But then they won’t know the right size!
Ella and me simultaneously – But they can try it on.
Ella – And then they have to make sure it is this long. [Gets up to show where the hem of the dress is]
I think it is going to take a little while longer for her to realise that she is not god.