by David Kubicek
I don’t remember when I grew my mustache, but I remember when I shaved it off–Labor Day, 2000. I’d only had it a few years, but growing it in the first place had been my wife, Cheryl’s, idea. Well, she had suggested I grow a beard, but I’d tried that once and had called it quits after three weeks because of the itching. The stache was a compromise.
After a few years I got tired of the mustache and decided to shave it off. My son, Sean, had just turned five. Since he didn’t remember me with a completely hairless face, Cheryl thought it would be a good idea if he watched me shave so the sudden change wouldn’t freak him out.
So on Labor Day morning, I laid out my shaving cream and razor and called Sean into the bathroom. He stood beside me and watched as I lathered up and made a few swipes with the razor. Then I wiped my face clean and bent down to let him see.
“How does it look?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said.
Then he tilted his head to the left, then to the right, then back to the left.
Then he said:
“Now put it back.”
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