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Smooth as a Baby's Bottom

Top Ten Reasons to Shave Your Beard when your Son is Born

10. Determine if your razor really does shave as close as his bottom.

9. Share in baby's first sport: Will your face outrace his head?

8. Double your wife's discomfort by convincing her that two strangers now live in her house.

7. Show your wife how you got the nickname "Babyface."

6. Emulate the model father on the Baby Bjorn packaging:
5. Avoid calendars by by using whisker length to determine when paternity leave is over.

4. Two words: Grip Reflex.

3. Determine whether baby really does have daddy's chin.

2. Avoid mid-life crisis by convincing self that you are fifteen years younger.

And the number one reason to shave your beard when your son is born . . .

1. Rub noses with your beautiful baby without simultaneously brushing his teeth.

Comments

  1. Rusty11:16 PM

    You do look 15 years younger!!

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  2. Ana12:21 PM

    You're a dead ringer for the Bjord dude!

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  3. Unknown11:27 PM

    Oh my God, are you 17? Katie must be robbing the cradle...

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  4. cheriemom1:36 PM

    you look so young!! HOW SWEET THAT YOU SHAVED FOR HIM!!! I REMEMBER WHEN YOUR DADDY SHAVED MY CAT!!! YOU TOOK A SHAVER AND BUZZED HER! SHE HAD THE MOST COMFORTABLE SUMMER EVER!!LOVE MOM GRAMMA!!

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  5. J. Michael Andresen4:57 PM

    It certainly does make me look younger. When I first grew it in college, it was nice to look a little older. I feel more conflicted about looking older these days!

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