He runs the capped razor over his smooth, six year-old skin while my scruffy husband buzzes his much thicker manhood. The elder, then slices the remaining stubble till those jaws feel like butter again. Our boy, who's watched every move for a long time now, keeps the shaving rhythm like he's been endowed with a real face-full.
My boys shaved together tonight. It was a milestone that, although celebrated early, was partaken with vigour!
