My husband has the worst “mean face” ever. Or the best, depending on how you look at it.

99% of the time, he is a total goof ball. He pulls pranks, tickles me until I nearly vomit and acts like he has the maturity of a 6 year old.

So, when he does break out the mean face, it is all that more effective. I would take a picture if it to show you, but it’s too hard to catch, and even if I did, it might melt my camera.

It’s kinda like this:

Or maybe this:

This was Youngest, doing his first attempt at the mean face a few years ago. He still has a long way to go. He is way out of Husband’s league.

Luckily for me, the mean face is rare, but when it does come out, you can actually feel the temperature drop in the room. It’s freaky.

After years of research, I have discovered no cure for the mean face. There are some topical treatments, like stiff martinis or chicken fried steak, but unfortunately, the mean face usually has to clear up all on its own.

Therefore, when the mean face appears, there really is only one strategy:

Escape and evade, and grab a glass of wine.

Goof ball is sure to be back soon.