At the insistence of his mother, Chris saw a dermatologist Friday about a freckle/mole thing on his cheek.
The dermatologist said, "It looks harmless to me. I don't know why you even came in here, but what the heck. I'll biopsy it anyway. And what I mean by 'biopsy' is I will cut a big crater out of your cheek and test it, then if something is wrong with it, I'll go back and make an even bigger crater."
So Chris said "Sure, you can biopsy it. And what I mean by 'sure' is I'll make an appointment to have it biopsied then cancel it when the times comes closer."
But no such luck. The dermatologist biopsied it right then and there.
Now Chris has a big crater in the side of his cheek.
That night, he realized that shaving that spot might be somewhat excruciatingly painful. The very thought of running a razor over that spot makes
me queasy. There was nothing to do but give him full support in his decision to grow a beard.
On Saturday, we went to a BBQ at Chris' coworker's house. There, he told the guys the story of his crater, then ended with, "And so I'm going to grow a beard!"
There was a unified outburst of applause and excited approval among the guys. I had no idea such a declaration produced such outcomes!
Apparently, growing a beard is like saying, "Today I am a Man!"
Stay tuned to see what hairy Chris will look like!
(I'm really hoping his face will heal enough by Sunday to shave!)