I remember when I was about 5 years old seeing my dad shave for the first time. I thought it was so cool. He let me play with the shaving cream and dabbed some on my nose. I can still remember how light and fluffy that stuff felt and I was amazed. I would also soon learn that it doesn't taste nearly as good as it smells. I remember sitting on the toilet watching him as he told me how careful you had to be and that you should always shave "with the grain" or it will hurt. He also said to always use a sharp razor. I also remember the rust ring the can left on the sink and wondered how that could happen since the sink wasn't metal.
Jump forward about 32 years. We have all been sick for about 2 weeks and it appears that Lydia and I are the last ones to get the flu. I have been feeling icky all weekend long and last night I spiked a 105 degree fever. Lydia has about a 102 fever. I thank God that everyone else seems to be getting better.
So since I have been feeling under the weather I really just wanted to sit around the house and take it easy. Perhaps I took it to the extreme because the last shower I took was Friday morning before work. I figured it was about time to clean up so after dinner I went into the bathroom to shave before taking a shower. As I reached under the sink to get the shaving cream, I heard little feet scurrying across the tile floor.
"Hi Daddy - what are you doing?" Emma asked.
"I'm getting ready to shave, baby." I replied.
"Oh. Ok. What's that stuff?" she asked pointing to the can of shaving cream.
"That is shaving cream." I said as i squirted some out and lathered up my face.
"You look funny - like Santa" she said as I now had a white beard of shaving cream.
"I guess I do." I said.
"What's that?" she asked as she pointed to my razor.
"That's Daddy's razor. I use this to shave off my whiskers. Now you don't touch this thing. It is really sharp and could cut you." I gently instructed.
As I began to shave, Emma asked "Daddy why are you cutting off your wixers?"
"Well if they get too long they start to itch." I replied.
"What is that black stuff in the water?" Emma asked as she pointed to my whiskers.
"That's Daddy's whiskers I shaved off." I replied.
"Ooooooooooh. Will your wixers grow back, daddy?" She asked.
"They sure will. I Shave them off about every other day." I said.
"Oh - I see." Emma said.
I smiled at her in the mirror and when I turned my head I guess she saw the other side of my head. As most men, I was in a hurry to shave and evidently had shaving cream in my ear.
"OH MY GOD DADDY - IT'S IN YOUR EAR!!!" Emma shouted.
I'm not one to really take the Lord's name in vain but I'm sure the angels couldn't help but giggle over that one.
I love you Emma.
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