A Bossy Five Year Old

I am looking forward to a great weekend with the Fam. I tried to grow a beard. MaM, for some reason, did not like it. She kept touching my face and saying “It looks funny” Then she took me, by the hand, to the bathroom. She went under the sink and pulled out a disposable razor and demanded that I shave. Did I mention that she is five and a half. I couldn’t even comprehend doing anthing like that at five.

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