My Dad didn’t have his beard when I was born.
He started growing it shortly after and didn’t shave it again until I was about 4.
Mom said I was running circles through the house…in the Mullan house you could go from the living room to the kitchen into the bathroom and through the bathroom into the front bedroom and back into the living room…I was running circles and dad came out of the bathroom into the kitchen just as I rounded the corner…he had shaved his beard off and apparently I took one look at him stop dead in my tracks, screamed, and took off running the other way. I wouldn’t have a thing to do with him until it grew back. 
He never shaved it again until I was in my twenties.
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