However, she did not like my haircut. My hair was only at the mildly annoying stage when I decided to cut it prior to the start of in person school. For good measure, I also trimmed my mustache and goatee. It was pretty clear that my granddaughter did not recognize me.
I cut my hair Saturday morning, and we went sledding that afternoon. With my hat on, I must have looked the same as I had before the cut, because she was enthusiastic about me holding her and taking her down the sled run. Unfortunately, when we came back in and I took off my hat, she was back to her clear suspicion of the man who only sounded like her grandpa.
Thankfully, she seems to have gotten used to me again in the two days since, and we are back to friendly terms again.