Saturday morning I shaved off my van dyke.
And yes, it is called a van dyke. People mistakenly called it a goatee but a goatee is just a beard without a moustache like Uncle Sam or Scooby Do fame.
Luke had told me Thursday or Friday that he wanted me to shave it off. But when I came down Saturday am, he run upstairs to his room in fright. Jack and Drew cried. And Robin kept doing a double-take.
I guess I will grow it back.