With all the hours Joel put into Jackson, he rarely had time for himself. It was usually distraction after distraction - whittling, working, playing the guitar. But never any time for him, and definitely not for his beard.

You'd told him a million times he needs to shave his beard, get a trim, but every time he came back with his hair longer and longer. So you finally had enough. When Joel comes home that evening you sit him down and straddle his lap. He's startled at first, obviously, but settles down with his hands on your hips while you snip away.

"What's uh... What's all this for, sweetheart?" He stammers.