My First Shave With Dad
There he stood before the bathroom mirror, shaving cream all over his face.
A quick shave before beginning once again, the new day's routine rat race.
I stood there beside him in awe as a young child.
"When will I be old enough to shave Dad?" He answered, "Right now."
He took a handful of shaving cream and gently applied it to my face.
"Be careful with this blade son," he said, "this is not a shaving race."
Looking back now I realize there was no blade in that Gillette.
My first shave with Dad, a moment from my childhood I'll never ever forget.
"How did you like your first shave son?" he asked, as he turned off the bathroom light.
"It was good Dad. When can I do it again?" I replied in childish delight.
His response;
"Savor this moment for as long as you can son,
because you're going to hate it for the rest of your life."
Turns out Dad was right.
Shaving is no longer a childhood delight.
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