Chris Erskine: So begin the rites of male maturity
Our youngest son shaved last week for the first time, with a real razor, though I told him the scratchy side of a kitchen sponge probably would've done the trick.
He didn't have whiskers, he had wisps. The facial fuzz was soft and foggy, like the flowers they put in bridal bouquets. Sparrows are probably building nests with it right now.
The natural assumption would be that he is growing more mature, but I cautioned my wife not to
