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January 26, 2009

I have a beard, and my 19-month-old boy loves it. He put it there himself, and he couldn’t be more pleased.

As soon as he sees the white and fragrant bubbles in his bath, Seth runs over to the tub and starts scooping froth to his face until it covers his chin and mouth. Then he carefully licks his lips and turns to me wearing only a big grin and a perfect Colonel Sanders goatee.

“Bubba bead,” he chortles.

Then he smashes a handful of bubbles into my face, and we are suddenly both very manly.

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  1. February 3, 2009 9:10 pm

    I bet I need some of that.

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