Shavin’ your What?

July 19, 2022

Now that he is four, Scott considers himself a big kid. He does the things that big kids do and has a nonchalant, big kid voice that he uses while doing them.

He knows shaving is something grownups do, and that it involves smearing foam on one’s face. Which he loves to do in the bathtub—he foams himself up and tells me he is shaving. 

Do you remember those punching balls from our childhood? With the rubber band you hold in your hand while you hit the ball? He just got a couple of those, so he asked to take them into the tub. He was putting them under the faucet and watching them spin when I stepped around the corner to get a towel.

When I stepped back, Scott was standing outside the tub, his entire body smeared with shaving foam. “You just got out of the tub and you are still covered in foam!”

He replied in his nonchalant, big kid voice, spoken a little out of the side of his mouth: “Oh yeeahhh,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder at the punching balls in the tub (also covered in foam), “Yeahhh…I was just…just shavin’ my ba-alllls…”

He laughed with me at first, not quite knowing why. Then: “Mom, why are you laughing so much?”

“Mom? Are you OK? Why can’t you stop laughing?”