Ask Your Mom How to Shave

GABBY V.O.: You might say it was the mother of all dilemmas. I knew I had to tame the hairy mess my legs had become, but did I need to tell my mom about it?

GABBY: You know, moms have this way of knowing what’s going on even when you don’t tell them. At least my mom does. It’s like a sixth sense or something. Anyway, I should have remembered that when I started shaving. Instead, I decided to go it solo. Bad idea. Worst part? My older sister Sophia caught me.

GABBY V.O.: What was I thinking? All I had to do was talk to my mom about shaving, and she would have told me how to do it—she probably would have even gotten me my own razor. But what do I do? I go rogue. I sneak into the bathroom, swipe my mom’s razor and try it myself. Not a smooth move on my part.

GABBY V.O.: I was just about to do the unthinkable, when Sophia walked in.

SOPHIA: Um…what are you doing? Are you shaving?

GABBY: I was until you got in. Look, I just don’t want to make a big deal about it, okay?

GABBY V.O.: That’s when she noticed.

SOPHIA: Wait—you’re not using shave gel? Oh my gosh—or water?

GABBY: Well it’s not like I’ve done this before.

SOPHIA: Okay, whoa! Why didn’t you talk to mom? And is that her razor?

GABBY: Yes, well, I…it’s just weird to bring up shaving with mom.

SOPHIA: Hey—I know it might seem weird, but we all have a first time shaving. And the last thing Mom would want is for you to hurt yourself trying it on your own. Or ruining her razor, for that matter. And if you didn’t want to talk to Mom, you know you could talk to me. I would have shown you exactly how to do it.

GABBY: I hated to admit it, but my sister was right. After my run-in with Sophia, I decided to talk with my mom. It was hard at first, but I was so happy I did. We went shopping that day for a brand new razor, and she taught me the right way to shave. I guess the thing to remember is that your mom had to learn to shave once, too. And if there’s anything moms love doing, it’s giving advice.