Me: Oh my goodness. You've got to be joking me. Babe, I just cut your hair. I'm gonna cry.
Dug: (He stops and then reaches to touch the back of his hair) I thought you were joking around with me but I heard the hair cut. (Starts laughing).
Me: (Crying/laughing as I sit in the corner on the bathroom floor) Babe, I'm really really sorry. I can't believe this. You have to wear a hat all the time and we can't go to church with you like that!
Dug: No, I think you having to walk around with me like this is enough of a punishment. And I don't have to see it, everyone else does. Plus, we will save money on shampoo and I won't have to worry about doing my hair now.