“Today he left it wild.
His dad flipped at breakfast. Flipped. Park tried to sneak out without seeing him, but his mom was non-negotiable about breakfast. Park hung his head over the cereal bowl.
‘What’s wrong with your hair?’ his dad asked.
‘Nothing.’
‘Wait a minute, look at me… I said look at me.’
Park lifted his head, but looked away.
‘What the fuck, Park?’
‘Jamie!’ his mother said.
‘Look at him, Mindy, he’s wearing makeup!
Are you fucking kidding me, Park?’
‘No excuse to cuss,’ his mom said. She looked nervously at Park, like maybe this was her fault. Maybe it was. Maybe she shouldn’t have tried out lipstick samples on him when he was in kindergarten. Not that he wanted to wear lipstick.”
―
Rainbow Rowell,
Eleanor & Park