My 16-year-old son challenged me to a beard growing contest. I gave him a three day head start. He was so confident he’d win that he explained that when it was fully grown, in a week, he was going to shave it into a “Victor beard” from the movie X-Men Origins: Wolverine.
His mother told him he’d not be allowed to leave the house.
I quietly encouraged him to keep growing it. After five days, he threw in the towel. “You win, Dad.”
I was unsatisfied. I told him we needed to have an unbiased survey and turn to Facebook. When the survey concluded that I had indeed won, I congratulated him on how well he did. His beard was awesome and far thicker than what I had at his age. He liked that.