When we were stuck at home in the winter storm of February, George accidentally grew out a little beard. It was kind of cute, so I told him I'd give him a really dramatic haircut to accentuate the new look, and he was all about it. But being George, he also absentmindedly shaved off his beard. And so, shaken with betrayal, I vengefully and predictably refused to style his hair. (Oh sure, I gave him trims here and there; I'm not a monster.)
Well, it's been two months, and George just purposely grew out a little beard so I'd fulfill my end of the bargain. Soak it in, because it may never happen again. And I get it. It's too itchy.
In fact, he's in the bathroom shaving it right now.
