This is the beard that Jim has been growing for weeks. He loves it.
However, I do not. I think I laid on the message pretty thick ("I'm carrying your child! I bought you a Wii!") and for some reason, he agreed to let ME shave it.
Please note I've never shaved anything that hairy in my life. But Jim was a trooper. When Trenton woke up halfway through the procedure, he finished it himself. That was probably best, as I kept tugging at places that were not meant to be tugged.
Sharp man! I shall slather him with kisses from now on. Thanks, hon.
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