"No," I said with a big smile, "he does half of the caring for OUR baby."
The hairdresser, completely oblivious, said "Oh that's nice. So many men don't, you know."
"Yeah," I muttered as darkly as one can in one of those shiny robe-thingies, "but none of them would have survived marriage to me."
I don't think she got my steely insistence that DH doesn't "help" with DS, he bloody well cares for him. ARGH! I'm only 10 weeks into this motherhood lark and I've spent most of it resisting the 19-bloody-50's!
But I did tip well. She maintains my Feminist-Approved-Sensible-Hair and cuts it in 30 minutes. Can't afford to piss her off...