During the Norway trip Neil didn’t shave. Which resulted in this:
For a while there I was wondering who looks better, my dad or Neil:
By the way, I don’t think I would even recognize my dad without a beard. My whole adult life he’s had one. By the way, normally he doesn’t wear funny hats like that.
I wasn’t complaining about Neil, at least he wasn’t going for this:
Be prepared for the best:
The in-between stage for a few days looked like this:
Needless to say that every time I looked at him, I busted out laughing. Especially when he puckered his lips, sent me a kiss with a wink and said “Hey baby”.
But now he is back to the clean-cut boring old self.