Yesterday Kim and I went on a little date, and I thought it might be nice to shave for her since she’s not the biggest fan of the beard.
After I came out of the bathroom clean-shaven, I took Emerson with me to the computer room to give her some space and freedom to finish getting ready. I sat him on my lap in front of the computer, and as is his wont, he reached up over his shoulder to tug on my beard. When he felt a smooth chin instead, he turned back to look at me, and his eyes went wide like I’d become a monster. I smiled and told him it was just me, but he started bawling, and for the rest of the day he cried whenever he saw me. It was so funny, and so sad.
Today I have some stubble and he seems adjusted, thank goodness (since Kim’s at work again and I’m watching him), but I suppose I won’t be shaving again for awhile.
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July 6, 2009 at 2:42 pm
Dad
One time when we were on vacation at Mrs. Sundstrom’s cabin I shaved off my mustache and had a similar experience with Sarah and Anne (I think). Whoever it was, they didn’t bawl, but I do remember hearing somebody say they did not want to go home with me.
July 10, 2009 at 9:54 am
sarah
i completely remember the shock of seeing round faced man sitting next to mom in a way i thought was reserved for dad. it still doesn’t look like you in my memories.
July 11, 2009 at 12:50 am
anne
Poor Emerson and poor you, Bryan!
I remember that, too, Dad. I remember you sitting on the couch grinning mischievously.