First, we were at a swimming park with my nephews and nieces. They all, in their 3rd grade humor, think it's hilarious to call me Santa Claus. "Hey Santa!" or "Whatcha gettin' me for Christmas, Santa?!". They have a great time with it and I like to play along.
Well, I think one of them might be taking it a little too far. As we were in the pool, as a few of them were joking around calling me Santa, she very innocently swam up to me and told me "I changed my mind. I want tap shoes for Christmas." . . . she wasn't joking along with the others.
I think she sincerely thinks I'm Santa Claus.
I could have corrected her but I thought, nah, this is too much fun. So I told her, okay, I'll be sure to note it.Second, I had my first random find in my beard.
Before a meeting on Sunday night, Sarah and I took a little nap together on the couch. Obviously, there's not much room on the couch so she slept with her head on my chest.
We got up and went to our meeting. As it was beginning to start, I ran my fingers through my beard and lo and behold, a bobby pin! The guy sitting across from me at the table asked, "Did you just pull that out of your beard?" For one second I thought about being embarrassed and then I just went for it and started laughing.
It was awesome.
The BeardCon is in October. If any of these are indicative, I've got a good starter beard.
Rev.
