Wednesday, January 7, 2009

My Beard

There's nothing like a trip to a mountain cabin to convince you not to shave anymore. I spent the awkward early growth stage tormenting the girls with my whiskers. But I didn't get much further than that. The girls put their feet down -- the scratchiness must go.


I did the first half. The girls did the second. This is Sophia's hand:


And this is Carissa's hand:


Just kidding--she did great.


The evening ended the way so many evenings end:


Hey look, the kids just became a business expense!

1 comment:

  1. Stew,

    I like the beard. See if you can convince Carissa to relent.

    Pops

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