Two days ago, I posted about my supersweet son, who told me I didn't need make-up.
This morning, after a quick glance in the mirror, I announced that I didn't look good.
"Maybe you need some make-up."
"Bud, I'm wearing make-up." I'd been referring to my outfit anyway. It had looked better on the hangers, and I'd have to iron some of the wrinkles in the shirt.
"Well, maybe you need some more."