One of the great rites of passage for males is the first shave. It marks, more than wet dreams and the first cigarette, as the true public transition from boy to man. Groomed man, that is. Irrespective of the rock-a-billy, hippie or rasta look that may afflict one’s late teens, most boys can’t wait to have their first shave.
I discovered this when my son, after several sessions of gazing at me blade my face, mentioned he had spotted a few strands of hair on his upper lip and was wondering if it was time. Problem is, he’s three.
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