Friday, January 21, 2011

Pocket Knife

Well, it's official...I now have a SEVEN year old! Don't ask me how this happened - it all has gone so fast!! Everyday I wish time would slow down so that I can preserve these babies of mine...but it hasn't happened yet!

So, for his SEVENTH birthday he asked for a pocket knife - which I guess is a rite of passage for a boy - plus I'd just read a book that said that it was an age appropriate gift. You can imagine his joy when he opened up his present & saw that his birthday wish had come true. His Dad & I went over our strict rules re: knife usage...we keep the knife when it's not in use, he has to ask Mom or Dad for permission to use it and Mom or Dad have to supervise it's use...

However, the point of all those rules is moot when this happens...




Yes, he cut his finger the VERY 1st time he used his knife! And yes, he had asked for permission to use it & was under the direct supervision of his father when this happened...AGH!! It's just like that movie A Christmas Story all over again!!! But in our case it's "No pocket knife, you'll cut your finger off!"


Fortunately for my boy (and me) the cut wasn't quite so bad...

5 comments:

Kerri said...

Well, you will have that story the next time he asks for something 'potentially dangerous'! Boys! Happy Birthday to that sweet one!

Danielle said...

ohhhh myyyy goshh. that first picture had me. i was like OH MY GOSH LINDSEY GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL WITH THE OTHER END!!!! why is she taking pictures at home of this-- she should be getting him to the er asap.... then i saw the second one. and breathed. and laughed. oh boys. im not sure how many times my little brothers cut their fingers and hands and legs. enjoy the many cuts to come!

Carolyn said...

I love that you thought to take pictures! I know he was thrilled to get it...next time he will be more carefull!

jlindsey said...

Danielle - sorry I scared you! Trust me, had it been really bad, they would have taken a picture of me lying out on the floor!!

mamacusano said...

What is it with boys, sharp objects and blood?