You were in the kitchen finishing up dinner, your daughter still in her high chair. You heard Arthur come down the stairs, he gave you a greeting and you returned it without turning around. Suddenly, your baby broke out into distressed cries.

You whipped around and… oh… he shaved his beard. “No… pumpkin, it’s daddy!” He said, smiling. Your daughter continued to wail, clearly she was not a fan of this change. You stifled a laugh as you scooped her up, away from the man she no longer recognized.