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
