I remember my dad shaving with a metal bowl when we lived in The Little House and I also remember that he’d let me shave with him. That meant that I’d get a swirl of shaving cream and would get to use a butter knife on my face to scrape it of. I have vague memories of him patting my cheek to see if I had any more whiskers left and swirling my knife in the murky water. I probably slowed him down and would run to him whenever the shaving cream came out….come to think of it, my dad has had a beard for the past few decades…..interesting. Well, Little Miss Audrey loves to be in the bathroom with her Papa and ‘help’ in the daily duties of shaving. Barry, being the ever attentive and nurturing dad that he is, always includes her. Making memories in the smallest and slightest ways day-to-day are sometimes the most special ones.
