How’s my hair?

After a recent haircut trip with Benjamin, we started to walk to the other end of the strip mall to meet up with Mommy and Andrew.  It was a little bit of a walk so we started with some miscellaneous chit chat.  To fill in some more time, I decided to ask Ben about my hair . . . this is how the conversation went:

Dad:  Ben, does daddy’s haircut look good?

Ben:  If I said no, would you feel bad?

Dad:  Why does it look bad?

Ben:  Oh, no dad . . . you look handsome.

I think I’m being paranoid now because I sensed some sarcasm in that last statement