You're doing great Uncle!

My background was similar. When I was a little kid, I couldn't wait until I had to shave every day. Then I would know that "I was a man." Neither my father nor my older brother was willing to help me out. I ended up teaching myself how to shave, using the philosophy I developed for playing pool: "If you can't shoot good, shoot hard!"

Eventually shaving became a task I didn't care for. I longed for the peach fuzz of my youth. Snce discovering straight razor shaving, I've come to love shaving for the first time in my life! Once a day is simply not enough!
Namaste,
Morty -_-