Don't let mommy's ego get too big, please

Yesterday, I'm in the bathroom letting the hair color set when Sydney comes in. She asks "Whatcha doing?" and I tell her I'm coloring my hair. "Does that mean dyeing?" she asks. "Ok, yes, I'm dyeing my hair." "Is this the color it is going to be?" she asks while making the yucky face. "Look on the front of the box, what color is that?" I ask her, to which she replies "Gross?!". Gee, thanks kid. The worst part is that it did turn out pretty gross, not that it looked gross on the box, but it said the color would be dark blond and it came out more like mud brown. Maybe I should start taking tips from the 6 year olds after all.