Originally Posted by Cinderocka1989
I'd probably cut my leg off if I tried that
I think he meant he would be the one using the razor.
Reminds me of when I was a kid. My Dad would sharpen his pocket knife after dinner on sarurday evening until it would split hairs. Then my stepmom would be in shorts with a towel and lay her legs across his lap. He would shave her legs right there in front of us kids and Larwence Welk just using the pocket knife and some baby oil.
I didn't think a whole lot about it until I was much older. Some of what I learned was,
1) My Daddy could sharpen a knife like no other. Tool & die at IH for 35 years.
2) There is no limit to trust when it is true.
3) Even mundane personal task can be a labor of love when done by the one you love.
4) Daddy & my Stepmom were rednecks with a pedigree.
5) They loved each other.