Shaving has always been a bone of contention in our household. It is, of course, my responsibility and, according to my wife’s skin, I don’t attend to it often enough. It’s hard to argue against such evidence. I’ve tried everything from the “I’ve got a tough beard but tender skin” defense to the “Sure, Honey, right after the ‘Deadliest Catch’ marathon” dodge.
My son also has tender skin because of heredity and cuz, y’know, he’s a baby. And it’s true that I can leave him a bit red after a vigorous bout of kissing, and singing the above ditty to him does little to relieve it.