I clumsily knock TechnoBoy's razor into the sink.
It starts buzzing.
My eyes wide, I try to comprehend why a BIC-like razor would buzz.
I cautiously pick it up.
Yep.
Vibratin' like an angry bee.
Squinting, I see the rubberized switch and jab it.
It stops, returning to an inert razor.
Huh.
I must be experiencing the same feeling Moses did after grabbing the tail of the snake and it became a rod again.
All righty then.
This razor has FIVE blades total.
It looks like those late-night infomercials for kitchen knives.
Racing stripes swirl around the handle in bright orange and blue. And it's got a motor.
That vibrates.
Huh.
It's like shaving your face with a Shiatsu Veg-O-Matic.
But, hey, it's bigger'n'better.
The motto of mankind and Madison Avenue.
So when is enough, ah, enough?
Now there's a question that ripples through about every aspect of our lives, eh?
It's like a fill-in-the-blank question.
"When do I stop _________?"
For some of us, me in particular, it would be "eating".
Or how about "drinking"?
"Acquiring"?
"Saving"?
For Peter, it was "forgiving".
For Martha, it was "working".
And for Jonah, it was "running away".
That's why He says to trust Him.
He knows when enough is enough.
For each one of us.
Individually.
I guess that's the big difference between religion and relationship, eh?
Two-bladed razors - without batteries - are just right for me and my stubble.
And for TechnoBoy's scant facial hairs, one vibrating blade per hair works well. 5 for 5.
Oh, man.
I hate to think what he'll use when his beard comes in . . .