Fin (jumping onto the bathroom counter): Hey Mom, whatcha doing?
Mom (mixing a bottle of dye): Oh, I'm dyeing my hair. Careful up here.
Fin: Are you sure that's a good idea? Remember the time you got blond highlights and you looked like a skunk?
Mom: Hey, that was the salon that did that.
Fin: But you thought it looked okay, till you got home. Remember when you got it dyed the color of carrots right before you left on a trip, and had to wait till you got home to have it fixed. Everyone called you "Le Carrot" on the trip (chuckles)... (Grows concerned as she watches Mom slather goop on her head) Maybe I should get Dad?
Mom: No it's fine. I've done this myself before. Now move along, or I may turn your grays blond.
Fin (ignoring request): Hey did you read these instructions? (lays on top of them)
Mom (continuing to pour goop on her head): What? Uh, no...
Fin: Did you do the strand test? The allergy test?
Mom: No! The "strand test" is for wimps. I've done this before you know.
Fin: Is your hair supposed to be green when you're done?
Mom: No! Why?
Fin: No reason... (crinkles nose) What stinks? (sniffs in Mom's direction). I think I'll wait in the other room.
Cut to Fin and Dad sitting on the couch watching TV. Mom strolls in flipping her hair saucily. Fin squints to see if there is any change - there is none - but she raises her paw in a thumbless-up affirmation for encouragement.
Mom: So what do you think? (turns around and flips hair in the light, so Dad can see)
Dad: Think of what?
Mom: Why do I bother?