Wetsoks: Um. Did you do something to your hair?
Wetsoks: Did you.... dye it?
Me: Yes. Last Thursday.
Wetsoks: (poking at the fruit box) Eww, apple. I don't like apple.
Me: Also, I had it cut. Last Tuesday.
Wetsoks: It looks different.
Me: That's because it is.
Wetsoks: At least I noticed. Eventually. I don't like apple.
Me: You're such a dude. And for goodness sake, don't eat the apples if you don't like them.
Wetsoks: (stil eyeing my hair and putting a piece of apple into her mouth slowly) I don't like change.
Me: Technically you've been getting used to it for a week, you just didn't know it.
Wetsoks: (chewing the apple) I don't like change or apples.
Me: (pinching my nose and sighing) You know, sometimes I feel like we inhabit entirely different universes and then every day around 12:30, they collide for a few minutes resulting in total mental chaos.
Wetsoks: .... What?
Me: I'm glad we're friends.