I sat outside one evening under the bright silvery moon. A little boy of five sat by me as I brought out my shaving stick to shave. I raised the shaving stick and asked him if he knew what it was. He nodded his head saying it was for shaving “bear-bear” – beards.
I proceeded to ask him if he shaves. To this he shook his head and sadly said, “my mother did not buy me ‘bear-bear’ ” – beards! Laughing
I laughed heartily and told him it wasn’t sold in the market so his mother wouldn’t be able to buy it for him. I added that it would come when he grows to the age. Then it occured to me that as with most men he would wish it was for sale, so he could return it!
I think we should be careful what we desire!