Charlie shaved off part of his goatee today. The good part.
Every time I look at him, I involuntarily burst out laughing. Hysterically.
I think he finds it a little bit irritating. He was looking for socks in the little kids' room, when Tommy and I sauntered in, grinning. Charlie was slightly . . annoyed.
"You people can't just come in here and laugh at me. ."
"What do you mean? Ya mean, look at you! Cause you're a work of art, Baby! HA ha ha ha ha! Or a glorious 'piece of work'. . ."
I leaned on Tommy. I needed support, tears were beginning to form behind my eyes. .
Charlie was less than amused.
"You know, I'm gonna come home, after I pick up the kids, and I am going to shave. And then I am going to bed."
"Okay, Honey! You know, a nap sounds great!"
"HA ha ha ha ha!"
We'll put pictures up later. . .
I can't put my finger on it, but my husband currently looks like a cross between Matlock, and All-American Boy! (From that movie Sky High.)
"Whooooo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! Hee hee hee hee heeeeee!" You'll have to see it to get the full effect.
And you know I love my man. . but Baby, this is one for the record books. : )