20 minutes ago, you made a quick trip out to the store.

You did not expect to come home to your husband, Price, dressing up your son on the kitchen counter.

On your child's head sits Price's signature hat, and in your husband's hand, one of your old pencil eyeliners. Clearly, he was about to draw on some facial hair.

Upon your arrival, they both turn their heads to look at you sheepishly.

"Said he wanted to look like his dad." Price chuckles with a nervous grin.