I styled my hair differently today.
I parted it a bit deeper and left a bit of my forehead peeking through my "swept" bangs. Oops! My daughter says they're no longer called "bangs"; they're "fringe".
Mister: (squinting at my face) What's wrong?
Princess: (squinting at my face) What's wrong where?
Mister: There. (pointing to my forehead) Is that a scar?
Princess: DAD! (scolding) It's a wrinkle, not a scar!
Me: Excuse me? I can hear you!!