Shaving 3 has always been law abiding by nature. He strove to find out what the “rules” were so that he could follow them and assist others in doing the same; more leader than authoritarian. Occasionally, however, events resulted in a tension between his orderly instincts and other deep desires.
And so it was at an Applebee’s when he was around 5 years old. We went to visit Grandma sawed-off from time to time; Saturday PM mass then Applebee’s for dinner. As he was no longer sitting in a booster chair, the waitress naturally gave him his own place setting which he unwrapped and found therein a spoon, a fork and a…KNIFE!
Now he knew knives were not to be played with (read touched) but here he was with his own KNIFE handed to him by the ~ controlling authority. So he nudges me, points to the knife and looks up. I knew he was thrilled with this opportunity to have his own KNIFE and as it was not pointed or seriously serrated I told him it was ok; he was old enough. He’s always had a soft spot in his heart for Applebee’s ever since but I don’t think he remembers why.
Shaving 4 wants a Bowie knife. He knows full well that it is more-or-less useless in almost all situations (Seraphim Falls notwithstanding) but he’ll probably get one. After all, a knife is like a rope. You don’t know what you’re gonna need it for. You just always need it.
ML
7/6/2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
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