Christine stopped and stared as she looked into the bathroom doorway. "Daddy, why do you have whipped cream on your face?"
"It's not whipped cream, silly. It's shaving cream. It makes it easier to shave my face."
"What does 'shave my face' mean?"
"Daddy has to get rid of all the whiskers on his face."
"Why?"
"Because Daddy has a new boss who doesn't like whiskers. The new boss says all of us FBI guys have to be clean shaven."
"Why?"
"I don't know, really. I think I can still catch bad guys with whiskers on my face. But he's the boss so I have to follow his rules. I want him to like me."
"Why?"
"So I can keep working and bring home money so we can have food and live in this nice house."
"I think Mommy likes your whiskers. She says they're cute. I think she said roughy or something like that."
"Scruffy. But Daddy doesn't actually work for Mommy, sweetheart."
" You go to work together sometimes. Does Mommy have to shave her face to work with you?"
"No, Christine, girls don't have to shave their faces."
Why?
"Girls don't grow whiskers like boys do."
"Why?"
"You'll have to ask Mommy about that one."
"How does shaving cream make whiskers go away?"
"I have to scrape the shaving cream and the whiskers off with this thing called a razor. I have to be careful with it since it's sharp. I don't want you to play with it, okay?"
"Okay. Daddy, can you put shaving cream on me and hold me up so I can see what I look like?"
"Here you go…what do you think?"
"I think I look just like you, Daddy!"
"That's my girl."