Hair today, gone tomorrow
The Ladybug frequently hangs out with me in the bathroom in the morning to watch me shave, an activity she finds both confusing and amusing. Whenever I’m finished, she’ll place her hands on my cheeks to feel them and, if they feel sufficiently smooth, will announce “Whiskers all gone!”
Fast-forward to tonight. All properly pajama’d for bed, the Ladybug and I are sitting on the couch, while the Queen B is sitting in her her armchair working on her computer. The Ladybug crawls up onto my chest and places her hands on my cheeks, and looks me in the face. At that moment, the Queen B looks up to see this Hallmark moment.
“Oh!” gasps the B, “that looks so sweet! Do you love your daddy?”
“Relax,” I say, “she’s just checking for whiskers.”
“Daddy whiskers all gone!”
The Queen B found this slightly less than Hallmark, but still cute.
A thought struck the Ladybug.
“Mommy whiskers all gone?”
“Mommies don’t have whiskers, Ladybug,” corrected the Queen B.
The Ladybug thought about this for a moment. Suddenly determined, she crawled off me, hopped off the couch, and ran over to the armchair. The Ladybug then grabbed the bottom of the Queen B’s pajama pants, pulled them up to her knees, and rubbed her hands up and down her mom’s legs.
“Mommy whiskers too!“
