Dad shaves beard

And his girl does not recognize him. It's adorable. He plays with her then goes to the bathroom and closes the door. She follows by wiggling like a fish across the floor to the door and taps, and climbs up. It's edited to appear as if he shaved in seconds.

I found the comments there interesting.

We had a photograph of my Dad on top of the television, Mum said later,  so we wouldn't forget what he looks like, and I do recall that photograph being there. Apparently he's a total stud too, my gay friends saw the photograph, held it up and said, "Oh shit."  I also recall him retuning each time, and each time in uniform too, and me thinking, "Eh, here's that guy again."

I was doing fine without him around anyhow. Sorry, that was somebody else, not me. I get confused. And now he's going to what, boss me around twice as hard to make up for lost time? Dr. Sigmund, how do these male dominance issues I describe my father having make you feel?