fuss: the look of you

A few days back Fuss spent the afternoon with his cousin Francis, who stuck around for dinner.
Francis decided to give the Wife a makeover which Fuss was waging a guerrilla war against, so I coaxed him into the bedroom with the promise of reading a few chapters of his new Captain Underpants book.

Several pages later, in came Francis to introduce the Wife's fabulous new look with a sweeping bow and enthusiastic fanfare.  I thought the glittering gold nail polish was a nice contrast with the powder blue eyeshadow, but Fuss was intolerant of the interruption to his story.

He gave her his best stone face and flatly stated

"Mama...I don't want to see the LOOK of you."

then turned pointedly back to the book.