This afternoon, Tage’s pre-school had their Lucia program, and we’ve hardly been able to get the boy out of his Santa outfit since. It occurred to him a couple of hours ago that he couldn’t really be Tomten (or “Tompen,” as Petra so endearingly says) without a beard, so he went on a search. He was a bit dejected after failing to fashion convincing facial hair from either a dishtowel or his Batman cape, so I told him I’d see what I could do. We don’t have any cotton balls in the house, or anything else particularly fluffy, so I had to get creative. The results weren’t too bad for five minutes of work, if I do say it myself: