My Plummeting Household Prestige

I made the mistake of cutting Dutch's hair again tonight. I've gotten the haircutting bug with my own hair pretty often (and yes, I do always cut my hair when I'm feeling out of control), often to disastrous effect, but this is the first time Dutch has been victimized.
Cook declared the final product "awful." I maintain that it is is simultaneously adorably elfin and whimsically punk, but he's just appalled. Also, I taught Dutch her first knock-knock joke tonight, so I'm in the doghouse. Not the dollhouse, which is too bad, because there are some fantastic parties going on in the dollhouse these days.