Going Downhill

One day after my daughter found an entire crop of grey hairs in my beard, something pretty terrifying happened to me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my wife laugh so much... but I still haven’t recovered. Here’s what went down:

It started with the beard. My daughter is exactly like my wife when it comes to pointing out things that are happening to me as a result of the ageing process. Often, she will pick at my face as I’m talking, occasionally in the middle of important conversations.

Most of the time, it’s dirt, flakes, anything she can rip out.