Overcoming the Afternoon Meltdown (Big Crying). Thinking About Anti-Aging in the Form of Medical Hair Removal for Middle-Aged Men, Inspired by a Drawing of a Deer and a Bearded Dad

To all my comrades who feel the collapse of their self-branding due to the all-too-cruel reality (the way things really are) of the portraits drawn by their children.
Good morning.

Tuesday, June 2nd.
While the lingering excitement of the final parent-child field trip to nursery school held last Friday has yet to fade,
yesterday, the Absolute Monarch (my 5-year-old son) seems to have produced a painting (output) of his memories from the trip at nursery school.

Feeding the deer that overwrote the afternoon's big meltdown

Although he caused a major incident (a total meltdown) in the second half of the trip when he fell into a fit of crying from fatigue and sleepiness, resulting in him dropping his soft-serve ice cream, I wondered what he had drawn on his canvas.

I asked him about it with a bit of nervousness.

As it turned out, the main visual he chose was the scene of him feeding the deer.

The tragedy of the dropped soft-serve ice cream seems to have been safely deleted (or overwritten) from his brain's server, and only the fun, successful experience was highlighted.

As a parent, I breathed a sigh of relief that a positive ROI (return on investment) was successfully achieved.

Even better, next to that deer,
he apparently drew me (his dad) enjoying feeding the deer with him.

An unsparing eye for observation and the default equipment of stubble

This is where the main point and a major management issue for me begins.

In the portraits of Dad that he draws, there is always one specific part emphasized without fail.

That is the 'stubble (a collection of dots)' around the chin.

I have tried to invest a fair amount of capital into my grooming (visual strategy) as a 42-year-old, such as styling my hair every morning with LIPPS hair wax and working desperately on anti-aging with Levata scalp treatment.

The default equipment of mine reflected in the innocent eyes of the Absolute Monarch is not that of a stylish salesman,
but apparently that of a scruffy, stubbly middle-aged man on his day off.

Children observe their subjects with surprising severity and output only the facts without any flattery.
Every time I am confronted with this cruel fact-check, my heart is deeply wounded.

Should I finally take the plunge into 'medical hair removal (a fundamental structural reform)'?

I have resolved to 'maybe get my beard removed...' many times before, only to have it pending while being chased by daily tasks (a death march).

I really want to avoid being archived forever on his canvas as a 'bearded dad'.

Perhaps the time has come to take the plunge into a fundamental structural reform (capital investment) called 'medical hair removal' at a clinic, rather than half-hearted aesthetic hair removal (first aid).
I think I will start seriously searching for a clinic (market research) so that I can get a smooth chin and have him draw a 'refreshing dad' who has achieved a brilliant V-shaped recovery in the next portrait.
Have you ever had the experience of discovering an unexpected 'weakness' of your own from a portrait drawn by your child?

Today, under the sky of Gunma, I will check carefully to make sure I haven't missed any spots while shaving before I head to work!
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