Let me set it up for you. Mr. Superman and I sitting on the couch just hanging out. I grab the lap top and decide it is time we start taking pictures again. We used to take pictures ALL the time and now we never do. I pull up Photobooth and this ensues.
Me: Baby take a picture with me. No do your real smile, come on, stop being a nerd.
Him: I always have a glare, I hate it.
Me: Sweetie we've talked about this. You think its a much bigger deal than it is. You're bald, you're bound to have a glare. Its fine. I love your bald head.
Him: (Looking at me with a death stare combined with a "Did you seriously just say that?" look) I was talking about a glare on my GLASSES.