I can remember my siblings and I all pretending to shave when we were little. I always got a kick out of watching my dad shave his face, getting mine all lathered up too, and then using my very own (bladeless of course) razor. Papa got to carry on the tradition with C a few nights ago. (I may or may not have set up a "man date" for C and arranged the whole thing, you know, to counterbalance the whole 'he sometimes says he's a princess' thing) Papa reported that C had a lot fun doing something special that only boys get to do. (And I realize that women can, in fact, shave their faces. But, most don't. And I'm pretty sure none of you do, so I think I'm safe.)
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