So tonight, Caleb says to us in the car, "[Friend] said he's going to make me a knife with his knife."
To which, both Chris and I answered, " Uhhhh, no he's not!"
Caleb: "Just out of a popsicle stick. Just pretend."
Us: "Uhhhh, the answer is still, NO."
Boys in unison: "Why? It's not gonna be reeeeeeal."
Which lead both of us "parental/unfair/meanie" type people to go into a long dissertation on the problems of "fake" (yet, still so wonderfully SHARP) knives, and how they could still get hurt (seeing how they get hurt plenty without the aid of fake knives), and how they're just plain not allowed to own such a dasterdly piece of equipment until they're at least 42.
But me, knowing the importance of these boyish type things, and the goodness of pretend play, felt the need to smooth over the hurt feelings and very-hard-to-suppress bad attitudes my boys were on the verge of displaying. So I told them that they should use something else instead of a real knife. Something to ACT as a knife......pretending and all.
Noah: "Like what? What could we use for a knife that would be fun?"
Me: ((Thinking hard)) "Uhhhhh, you......could........use a............................shoe!"
Chris pretty much lost it.
Unfortunately, the little guys just wouldn't drop the issue, and Chris had to lay down the law on them. Caleb got annoyed, but Noah started tearing up. I hate seeing him cry.
So I got out my funny voice.....
And little did they know......
I had SHOES in my purse!
Asher had taken off his very stinky shoes after church, and I collected them before we left. Doing my best Zorro imitation, I proceeded to take out my "knives" and show those boys a thing or two about having some fun!
We had a royal swashbuckling good time out there on the front lawn. Unfortunately, my sons were pitifully unarmed, and I won the match by a long shot.
And my boys learned that shoes make pretty good swords.
And stinky ones are double-edged!