Beards. Some people love them and some people hate them.
My husband loves them, I don’t like them. I’m more of a scruff person. I have been nagging him to shave his beard. Some people told him that his beard was epic, so I think it got to his head and he refused to shave. His mom and I didn’t like it but he kept it anyways. I actually had thoughts of cutting it in his sleep so it would go away. The only reason I didn’t do that is because I was afraid he may retaliate and snip some of my hair, and I am trying to grow it back out. Tonight he finally shaved it off for me. When Nolan saw his dad without a beard, he had a crying fit. He had no idea who his dad was. It was hilarious.
The next thing he needs to cut is his hair. I told him I wanted him to get it faded. I told him I would do it…. because I saw a tutorial on you tube on how to fade hair, so I feel confident I could attempt. Actually, I did attempt once on Lincoln. It was a failure. Someone with no experience can not fade a wild toddlers hair. I ended up buzzing it all off after I ruined his fade. Poor kid. At least he is too young to know what I tried to do to his hair. Maybe I should leave hair to the professionals. At least one thing in life is guaranteed: a bad hair cut will always grow out.
Tonight my husband was drinking a Dr. Pepper. He said his drink tasted funny. He said, “My beard made everything better. Maybe my Dr. Pepper doesn’t taste right because I don’t have my beard.” Really? He was totally serious too. Can we add that to the great mysteries of life? I mean, does something you are used to really make your life better? I know a beard can’t. What is it with guys and beards? Wait. the answer has got to be in a manual for husbands. Does anyone know if this handbook actually exists? Let me know.