The other night, Elisabeth decided to shave.
She shaved a little too close and called my name in a panic. I met her in the hall. Her hands were covered in blood. Blood was all over her chin and on her neck. It was messy.
Turns out, it wasn't a big cut. It was just on the bottom part of her lip, which is a very sensitive part to cut and it bleeds a lot.
When I asked her about it, she said she was "trying to shave like Daddy."
She also said she is never going to do that again.
Side note: It's interesting to me that not one of my boys has ever tried to shave. Or, maybe they asked and I said, "No". She didn't ask, which makes me wonder about her desire to achieve (for a lack of a better way to put it).