DS, upon finding his mother unexpectedly and uncharacteristically made up: Why are you wearing this?
SW: to look pretty.
DS, skeptically: Pretty? Why would you want to look pretty?
SW: (at a loss) I don't know. Wouldn't you want your mother to look pretty?
DS: (thinking and then a bit exasperated), Okay, shiny lips are good. But all of that (and he points in the direction of my eyes) is too much. (Ha makes a face that I simply cannot describe well, a mix of dismay and disbelief that is so uniquely his and that I will probably never witness again.)
SW: should I take it off?
DS: Yes. Will you?
SW: No. I like it.
SW: Now go to sleep.
I do have some unethical ways of winning an argument with a child. What? You have a problem with that? You should also go to sleep! Now!