The crying girl

“Why are you crying?!”
Tony asked the wailing kid, in an effort to comfort her.
Her tiny hands gently rubbed against her red face, and her eyes continued to water with distress.
Patting her head, he got responded with a puerile slap to the face.
“Ow! That hurts!!” He complained, while soothing his barely hurt cheek.
“How could you hit someone beautiful like me?!”
The child pouted, and then stared at him. “You’re a guy, how could you be beautiful?”
And Tony, being the foolish lad he was, replied. “Beauty can be found in anything, dear. No matter what gender!”