But instead, I pick up the shaving cream, pour some foam into my hand, and start dabbing it on my face as he stops shaving to watch me. As soon as my cheeks are covered, and I look like Santa, I pick up my toothbrush again to use the handle as a razor. “You got no idea how to raise girls,” I tell him. He smirks at me in the mirror. “Want me to make a man out of you, then?”

