The one in which I have failed to train him properly for his future wife
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The other night, I was in my bathroom washing the make-up off my face. McKay came in and a conversation ensued that went a little something like this:
McKay: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Washing my make-up off."
McKay: "Do you even wear make-up?"
Me: "Um, yeah. I wear a lot."
McKay: "I don't like it when girls wear a lot of make-up. You should just be natural. It would look better. Don't wear it anymore."
I finished washing and showed him the horror that is me au naturale. He wrinkled up his nose, made a face, and said:
"Um, never mind. I think you should wear some. Maybe even a lot."
McKay: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Washing my make-up off."
McKay: "Do you even wear make-up?"
Me: "Um, yeah. I wear a lot."
McKay: "I don't like it when girls wear a lot of make-up. You should just be natural. It would look better. Don't wear it anymore."
I finished washing and showed him the horror that is me au naturale. He wrinkled up his nose, made a face, and said:
"Um, never mind. I think you should wear some. Maybe even a lot."
