Shaving? Already?

This morning, Reagan decided she wanted to be like her daddy in yet one more way. She tried to shave her face. Why she doesn't want to be like me - and shave her legs and pits - I do not know.

Nevertheless, when it didn't seem to be working on her face, apparently (according to her) she decided to feel the razor to see if it was sharp enough. Oh, and it was. Sliced her finger to pieces. Still gives me the hee-bee-gee-bees.

After our first aid session - she made it clear
to me that she needed a nutri-grain bar, Super Why
on the television and a Dora band aid on top of it all.

Oh - and that pouty lip - her idea. Just for the picture, she says.