Once I left my job to become a stay-at-home-dad, I decided I was going to quit shaving for awhile. With a new baby on the way, "not shaving" turned into growing a "playoff beard" until the baby was born. Well, now the baby has been successfully delivered and that means it's time to bid adieu to my food catching, security alerting, playground mom disturbing bristles.
Good bye, Beard. You subjected me to many an Amish or face vagina joke, struck fear in the hearts of small children and attracted law enforcement scrutiny in public places, especially outside of elementary schools. But that's not to say you didn't grow on me. Despite our somewhat adversarial relationship, I'm sad to see you go.
Stay the coarse my follicular friend. Maybe one day we'll meet again.