The Epitome of Vanity

We are putting up Halloween decorations. Amber's Dada is hanging a door cover, and the chair he's standing on is a bit wobbly.

Amber: Dada, why is the chair wiggling?

Dada: It's a bit rickety, but it works. Nobody's perfect.

Amber: I'm perfect!

Dada: No your not. Only Jesus is perfect.

Amber: But I am perfect!

Dada: No, Amber. Only Jesus can be perfect.

Amber: Well...I'm prettier than God!