We were ugly children.
It’s not a matter of opinion; you don’t have to say, “Oh, err… no, you were cute.” It’s fine. We accept it and we’ve come to terms with it.
Over the years, we have reflected at length on our ugly childhood. There was the eye patch stage (an optometrist would never have done that to a beautiful kid), there was the no front teeth phase (ugly children lose both their front teeth at the same time), there was the bowl cut phase (was it entirely necessary for Nan to cut our hair?), and there was even the bulky retainer phase (which, in hindsight, was... a good call).