So let me set the scene. I have a nearly two year old. In order to avoid interruption I shave at night after they have laid down. This time has become one of concentration and relaxation from whatever the day may hold.

Recently the little one, Louis (pronounced the French way), transitioned to a full size bed. This was met with joyous applause and adoration...and more sleep for us.

Last night I began my routine of stropping my razor and laying towels down for my upcoming shave. I then read a book, Go Dog Go if you care for deep detail. Then the we lord of my house went to bed without fail and I dove into my shave routine. Whipping lather and washing my face I began my first pass.

As a new father I was not aware of how quiet about two year olds can be. From behind I felt a hug to my legs that gave me the fight of a lifetime. What followed was a scene hard to exact to word picture. I upon feeling what could only be described as a surprise prison attack from a 92cm convict. Decided, subconsciously, to dig the french tip of my razor into my cheek shiv style.

What resulted next was a slew of swearing in every tongue of man I posses. My outburst led to my little attacker screaming for his life and me grabbing the phone, for your benefit, and snapping this picture...then the septic pencil.

A day later it's still bleeding and I might head for a stitch. Moral of the story? CLOSE THE STUPID BATHROOM DOOR YOU DUMB SOD!
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