Took [Daughter] to the Coliseum so we could watch our Oakland Athletics shuffle meekly into the dustpan as they helped the Texas Rangers finish off their sweep.
After I finished slathering on the nasty white SPF 185 sunscreen that keeps me from contracting instant cancer, [Daughter] looked at me funny and said "You've got sunscreen on your beard".
I wiped where she showed me. She said, "Still white."
I wiped again. [Daughter] peered closer. "Oh. Your beard is just white. Nevermind."