I remember the first time I shaved, it was at night, my parents were sleeping but my sister was awake. I was so excited to finally use the blade against my dome. Once I finished, I barged into my sisters room like a SWAT officer and said look!. She responded, "what the hell did you do??" I laughed out loud like the ogre I am. So, I decide to finally sleep. Morning comes, and my eyes begin to crack open. As I roll to the other side of my bed, I awake to my mother standing directly above me like a hawk about to annihilate its prey, with her jaw completely dropped. It was the greatest face I had seen in a while. She was shocked, but after a couple of weeks, she began to adapt to to the new style and finally likes how it looks on me.
Hahaha, it sounds like you have had some epic battles in your family history with the way you tell your stories.