Backside itchy

On the way back to Singapore today..
My managing director showed me picture of her dogs.
They were not the cute cuddly ones. Instead they were the h-u-g-e guard dogs type.
But I very politely told her they are c-u-t-e.
She was all smiles over "her girls". Imagine if I told her that her girls were intimidating?
It's like telling Carebear he is fat. (which he really is by the way).

That was followed by my colleague showing pictures of her son and daughter.
I mean real kid son and kid daughter.
They were not the cute cuddly children. Instead they were the sulky and too-old-for-cute type.
But I very politely told her (and our managing director) that they are c-u-t-e.
They were all smiles.

Don't be mistaken.
I love dogs. I just hate kids.
I love small dogs. I just hate big dogs.

When they settled down.
My managing director turned to me and said: Now it's your turn.
I broke into cold sweat.
No doubt about it.
I carry a camera phone. EVERYBODY carries a camera phone.
But I very politely told her, I don't have any pictures to show.
She was not to pleased.
I suspect she knows I have, but I am just not willing to share.
How to share?
I don't want to very politely tell me my fat carebear is c-u-t-e.
I mean I know what it feels like to have to very politely tell a white lie.
Please understand, I was just trying to spare them the agony of seeing that fat carebear, gritting their teeth and say "so c-u-t-e".

Remind me to store some decent photos of something really cute.
Like, pictures of small cuddly dogs, or those chubby faced cousins of mine.
Anything but that carebear's pics.