Shaving

The day before yesterday, while my wife took the eldest to play practice (she’s in the Christmas play at church), I took the opportunity to shave. Em watched intently asking the same question every ten seconds or so.

“Daddy, whatcha doin’?”

“Shaving, honey.”

A half hour later, I’m down in the living room, and I hear her exclaim from the dining room, “Oh, there’s mine!” Then I hear water running in the bathroom. Naturally I was curious, so I went up to the bathroom to see what was going on. She had grabbed an Expo dry erase marker that has an eraser shaped somwhat like a razor. This is what I was treated to:

(clicky)