you were in the other room, gently brushing your little girl's hair to go out for dinner at a restaurant. She couldn't stay still, so you just sighed, repeatedly grabbing her shoulders to bring her back as she watched cartoons on the TV. That was, until you heard Pete, who was in the other room tying his hair up for the heat, curse.

You stood up and whispered to her to stay there, before walking over to the bathroom and looking in the open doorway as Pete analyzed his hairline.

"I knew my stubble went a bit grey but Jesus fuck...."