The Razor

Me: “At some point this week or weekend we need to get the razor out and shave Troy’s head.”

Troy: “Nooooo!”

My Wife: “I’m not shaving his head.”

Me: “Why not? You might find it therapeutic.”

Troy: “Mama, you need to take the razor away from dada! He’s out of control! He can’t be trusted!”

My Wife: “I will. Before we all end up bald.”