Scene: I walk out of the bathroom after having dried my hair, which I very, very rarely do. I'm wearing a girly sweater, which I also very rarely do, except sometimes now on the weekends since Chris has asked me to occasionally look more like a girl. *rolls eyes* We've spent the morning discussing this request, Chris and I.
Izzy: Mom, you look really good! I really like your hair like that! (Reaches up to gently stroke my hair.)
Me, to Chris: See, now that's what I expect!
Chris: I have to give you feedback all the time just to get you to look like a girl sometimes??
Me: You do if you want me to keep it up.
Sophie: Mom, you look awesome, well, except for maybe that necklace...
Me: One of us in the room takes after her father, and one of us in this room takes after his mother.