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It had gone on long enough.

Katara could no longer take the sight of her husband's face. It was weird and disturbing and was frightening the children.

She walked into the bathroom and said, quietly, "Aang?"

He turned to look at her slightly while continuing to stroke his facial hair.

"Yes dear?"

Katara took a deep, calming breath to brace herself and blurted, "?"

Aang's eyes widened in shock and he turned back to the mirror in the bathroom, "W-what do you mean shave it? It's almost a perfect replica of Wang Fire's!"

Katara smiled slightly and placed a soothing hand on her distressed husband's arm, "I know you want to beat Sokka in this beard growing competition but I keep getting complaints from the council and your children."

Aang's eyes began to water as he realized the extent of hatred felt for his beard.

"Even Tenzin?" he whispered, horrified.

Katara nodded and the Avatar's head dropped in defeat/

"Fine," he mumbled.

And that was the day Aangbraham Lincoln was born.

A/N: Ahhhh gaze at the crackiness! Review!