What happened to your face?

Daddy Bear had really grown his beard out. He looked like a mountain man. It was grossing me out. I like his face a little hairy. Long enough that it doesn't scratch my face when I kiss him but short enough that you can't lose things in it. So I have been complaining about it.
Yesterday he called me from work and told me to go look at the ground by the garbage can outside.
Here is the conversation to the best of my memory.
Me: (looking over the side) What am I looking for? I don't see anything
Him: Just keep looking, you will see it.
Me: Come on just tell- what the heck is that? Is that a rat?
Him: No.
Me: A mouse? Did one of the cats catch a mouse? That is kind of big to be a mouse. And really black. Are you sure it isn't a rat?
Him: No it is not a mouse or a rat.
Me: What the heck is it. Was it in the house? (starting to freak out) Did the cats find this thing in the house and kill it? I can't beleive we had this in our house! Gross. Oh my gosh I am calling the exterminator. We are moving. I just can't live-
Him: It wasnt alive. Just look a little closer.
Me?: What is it? I am tired of this game, I am- Is that your beard?
Him: Yup. All of it.

So he shaved it all. And got a haircut. His face looks about 20 years younger. This morning when Daddy woke up and Bear got to see him for the first time, it was hilarious. He just looked at him, and then at me, and then back at him. Very confused. He walked a little closer I guess so he could get a better look and then looked at me again to make sure it was okay and then a little closer. Finally he made it all the way to daddy. He seems to be fine now. It still is kind of a shocker for me though. I came home from swimming and had to do a double take. I guess I will be fine too eventually.