Thread: She Misses The Beard!!

http://youtu.be/_k0fnTiKEMc

Awww, poor thing.

Near same thing happened to me. The kids were a bit older but the reaction was one I will never forget. My youngest son cried. Brought back memories. Thanks.

I don't think my daughter would care...but my wife already told me I have to leave the goatee so I don't look like I am 20.
That's a cute video

Awwwwww. You're rippin' me up here.

Contrary-wise I once came home wearing a fake beard it it scared the dog away.

That was pretty funny. Thanks for posting.

I also like the videos of different babies meeting their parent's identical twin.

Originally Posted by MisterMoo

Awwwwww. You're rippin' me up here.

Contrary-wise I once came home wearing a fake beard it it scared the dog away.

Thank you for that.
My coffee just went from my mouth, through my nostril, onto my keyboard. Now how do I explain that to my wife, and have her believe me?

Sorry bout that.

Originally Posted by Lolita1x2

Thank you for that.
My coffee just went from my mouth, through my nostril, onto my keyboard. Now how do I explain that to my wife, and have her believe me?

The dog is odd on her good days and always suspicious of anything different. Every once in a while I'll turn my back, put on a fake animal nose and turn around and stare at her. She always freaks. A kazoo sends her into a bark/growl panic - big 80# nutjob chicken-heart is what she is.

But back to the OP and ripping me up. Beginning as a new homeowner I used to dress smartly (I thought) for handing out candy on Halloween; same thing for years - double-soled black workboots, black slacks, black turtleneck, black tux jacket, a sweet old black silk topper, white gloves, stone cold white face makeup, black eyeliner and that purple-death-look lipstick ladies used to wear. It was cheap, quick, easy and, between me the boots and the topper, I went about 6' 6".

So one Halloween night the doorbell rings, "Trick or Treat!" screams, I ever-so-slowly swing the door in and there stands a gaggle of kids. The littlest one, a girl, was in front of the bunch and I saw her gaze climb slowly from my boots to my face. And then (it still makes me feel awful) she started to scream in terror and couldn't get through the little crowd to mom. I mean, it just devastated me - never dressed up again (except once as a hockey player on roller blades for an adult party). I saw that little girl in OP vid and it brought that back from about 1980.

If your wife can't understand the dog and beard thing I'll send a dog-and-fake-nose video to clear things up.

Originally Posted by MisterMoo

The dog is odd on her good days and always suspicious of anything different. Every once in a while I'll turn my back, put on a fake animal nose and turn around and stare at her. She always freaks. A kazoo sends her into a bark/growl panic - big 80# nutjob chicken-heart is what she is.

But back to the OP and ripping me up. Beginning as a new homeowner I used to dress smartly (I thought) for handing out candy on Halloween; same thing for years - double-soled black workboots, black slacks, black turtleneck, black tux jacket, a sweet old black silk topper, white gloves, stone cold white face makeup, black eyeliner and that purple-death-look lipstick ladies used to wear. It was cheap, quick, easy and, between me the boots and the topper, I went about 6' 6".

So one Halloween night the doorbell rings, "Trick or Treat!" screams, I ever-so-slowly swing the door in and there stands a gaggle of kids. The littlest one, a girl, was in front of the bunch and I saw her gaze climb slowly from my boots to my face. And then (it still makes me feel awful) she started to scream in terror and couldn't get through the little crowd to mom. I mean, it just devastated me - never dressed up again (except once as a hockey player on roller blades for an adult party). I saw that little girl in OP vid and it brought that back from about 1980.

If your wife can't understand the dog and beard thing I'll send a dog-and-fake-nose video to clear things up.

Perhaps you saved her, she probably never went knocking on strangers doors again. Besides what do parents expect to happen on a night when everyone dresses up.

It did make me think of this picture I found online though. I was looking for pictures of scary clowns and it came up.