I had a beard for years, probably 10. From the time my daughter was 4 or 5 until she was 15.
One day I got up in the afternoon ( worked all night) and decided to trim my beard and shower.
Trimming didn’t go so well. I kept screwing it up and I ended up shaving my beard.
I got my shower and got dressed and I heard my daughter come home from school.
As I was stepping jnto the hallway from my bedroom my daughter was just starting down the hallway.
She spotted me, screamed and turned and bolted. As I heard the front storm door fly open I yelled “Nikki, what’s wrong?”
I heard the front storm open and I hear “Dad?… Is that you?” 🤣
She hadn’t seen me without a beard in years and didn’t recognize me.
