"You feel that way because of your deficiencies," my husband said. He offered up Exhibit A as proof:
Clearly I got a little too aggressive with the hair clippers yesterday. In my defense, my client is two.
"That's why I like to cut his hair," my husband said when he saw my masterpiece. What my husband can't wrap his mind around is impulsiveness. I have that problem in abundance.
"His hair looks hideous," he said mournfully.
"It will grow back," I reminded him.
I decided not to show my husband my brand new do-it-yourself hair coloring kit. I hid it in the bathroom cabinet. The woman who sold it to me told me that it was basically foolproof.
Cameron was wearing a hat while we were in the store.