If the cut was bad, he used a styptic pencil, but normally he just used little bits of toilet paper. Then he'd put on aftershave and the whole room would smell like him. He kept the bottle in a little cabinet above the toilet; one I was expressly forbidden to get into. There was an eye hook lock near the top I couldn't reach even when I stood on the toilet seat. Mom caught me up there once and spanked me so hard I couldn't sit for two days. "You think he would like it?" "I think so." "Do you want to give it to him for Valentine's Day?" "Uh huh." I was five years old. "Sure, kiddo." "Ok. Why?" “Aww.”