The boy: Mama, I have something important to tell you.
Me: Ok. What's up?
The boy: Every single time I go somewhere, other than to school, I have a knife in my pocket.
Me: Really? You've been carrying a pocket knife with you wherever you go?
The boy: Yes. I had one in my pocket when Dad and I went to breakfast on Saturday, and also when we went to church on Sunday. You can never be too prepared.
Me: Prepared for what?
The boy: I don't know... to cut something or... to DEFEND yourself.
If my knife-wielding son doesn't make you feel safe, I don't know what will. Bad guys beware!
1 comment(s). Leave yours!:
Hmmm...now that I think about it, he might of had it with him the last time he came down here..I remember saying something about a pocket knife...but, didn't know whose it was. :) Lol!
I'm glad he isn't taking it to school...smart boy!
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