My little brother just got home from his special haircut place… and he’s bitching about how bad it looks now. Naturally, my father doesn’t take kindly to all the moaning, since my mother took him all the way over to Brookfield (I think) for the haircut.

In my opinion, the arguing is simply laugh out loud. I’d take the side of my father though (if I ever wanted to get involved). Trevor, your hair will grow back. Get over it.