"Have you guys ever have a bad hair day? What's it like?"
Tasha: Don't even bring that up.
Steve: That's actually a funny story.
Tasha: Let's not get through this story.
Steve: Tasha was sick and she really couldn't do much but to lay down and sleep. I was starting to do her hair.
*Natasha facepalms*
Steve: I got the comb and brush, whatever you called those things nowadays, and I was doing good. The back of her head was matted up. I forgot that you can't just brush through it, so I did. I was lucky she couldn't move but I never heard so much language in one sentence.
Tasha: So we're going to ignore the fact that you had the comb and the brush stuck in my hair? Wonder why my hair is shorter and blond?
Steve: I'm sorry baby.
