Carson had been begging for a pocket knife. One day, out of the blue, he decided that he really needed one and ought to have one. I was not convinced. I fought him...we bantered back and forth about responsibility, age-appropriateness, and, of course, the risks of injury to himself or others (read: Nixan or Treyson). Then, Nick came home from work and it turns out that I am wrong. Every eight year old should have a pocket knife. Everyone knows that. So, off we went to Bass Pro Shop Outdoor World to pick out the coolest knife mom would agree on. Carson was so excited...almost like he'd just gone through some rite of passage or something. He sat outside in 100* temps just whittling away, happy as can be.
(As an aside, Nick was very good to go over knife safety and all that. I was very good at demanding the knife be kept by Nick and "checked-out" to Carson on an as-needed, parent-approved, basis.)
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Andrew got his first knife on his 9th birthday. It was from his uncle...becouse his mean mother said no. Carson and Andrew would be whittling buddies.
I don't get it. Must be all the estrogen.
It looks like great fun, but I wouldn't blame you for harboring them from it for a while. Maybe a park with a sand box and a splash pad could do the trick (and bring the friends!)That's great that they have a little roped off area!
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