Derek pouted his lips at Hansel. "What do you think you're doing, Han-stupid?"

"Relax, bra, I just thought it was time for a new do."

"There is nothing wrong with his DO."

"She-ya, if you want him to look commercial."

"He does not look commercial."

"Just give me a sec, Der. Chill. Feel the flow." Hansel worked his hands quickly over Derek, Jr.'s scraggly hair. Finishing, he stepped back to admire his work and present it to the proud father.

Derek, momentarily speechless, struck a look at his young son. "Wow, Hansel, you're right. He did look commercial."

"She-ya. I know."