My brother shaved and then went to pick up his then-three-year-old from Vacation Bible School. She refused to have anything to do with him until he had talked to her for a bit. He had to talk all the way home so she could keep hearing his voice and know it was Daddy.
When my uncle went from a full beard to just a mustache sometime back in the early eighties, it absolutely shocked his youngest daughter, who at 21, had never seen her dad with anything but a furry face. One of his toddler grandsons actually screamed and cried for quite some time.
Moral of the story: if you suddenly decide to radically change your facial hair status after a few years, give the kids in your life a heads up.
I am a twin. When we were three (I don’t remember this) my Dad decided to shave off his full beard. He was worried about freaking us out, so he sat down in front of us to first cut his beard and then shave. Apparently we both watched in fascination, THEN cried when he smiled at us, job complete!
I did the same. but with only my moustache. I shaved it off, my daughter (who was about three at the time) took one look, burst into tears and said, “Daddy, put it back!” I’ve kept it ever since.
My little girl did this too when my Mig shaved his head and mustache. She was only around four at the time, but he had to wear a cap for a few days otherwise she wouldn’t go near him. We thought it was because of her sensory issues. Looks like it’s pretty normal!
When I shaved off my beard my church’s secretary ( I’d been attending for over 5 years) asked me if I was visiting with a member or just trying the church.
This is exactly what I did with my two boys, when I shaved my beard, for the first time since college, many years ago. I vaguely recall that one of them wasn’t happy with it (the youngest, I think, who has always been extremely change-resistant); but neither of them failed to recognize me afterward, which I think was the point.
My Dad shaved his beard off when I was young. My Mom (they were divorced) dropped me off at his house one afternoon, I went and rang the doorbell and some strange man answered the door. I asked nervously if my Dad was home. It took 15 minutes to convince me it was him!