My beard trimmer died...

My beard trimmer died.

So my beard grew.
And grew.
And grew.
Until the Mrs began to give me the eye.
You know the one.

So off to the store I went for a new one.
And an idea sprung up.
Let the kids have their way with it.
Anything goes — just leave the eyebrows alone :)
And I’d wear it for at least 24 hours.

What could possibly go wrong?
Not much.
Maybe a stare or two.

What good could come of it?
Uncontrollable laughter and smiles…
…for at least 24 hours

A small thing in the grand scheme.
A big thing close to home.

The things I’ll do, again and again and again to see them light up.

#theeverydayiseverything