So after throwing up all night (long story, you don't want to know), I take Liv to her swim class this morning while taking a pass on my own since I'm not feeling real perky.
I sit down, wigless, on the side of the pool deck to chitchat with the lifeguards and watch my daughter swim when someone from my class inquires into my well-being. I tell her I'm fine. I'm happy to be growing hair, etc.
So she says, in reference to my tiny crop of hair, "Never in your life thought you'd be going butch, did you?"
Errr...no, I didn't. Thanks for asking.