Somewhere around the age of three or four, I climed up on my little steppy-stool in the bathroom, found my Daddy's safety razor and attempted to shave. My parents were drawn to the bathroom by the inevitable scream when the inevitable slice happened. Nice, straight razor cut a tad off center in my bottom lip. Bled like anything.
Dia's Mother (to bleeding child with obvious razor cut, discarded razor lying in the sink): Did you shave with Daddy's razor?
4 yr old Dia: Noooooooooo!
Manly - yes, but store it high.
It is definitely out of reach of the 5 (will 6 in the next week) yr. old. She doesn't usually take my stuff - would be different if I wore jewelery.
