The Big Lad was given his first pocket knife today. He’s seven and is as pleased as punch that he’s now thought responsible enough, most of the time, to have one.
There are a few provisos, which he’s trying to remember.
The knife stays on top of the fridge unless he needs to use it, he’s to ask first before taking it, he’s to treat it as a tool and not a toy, he’s to use it safely, and for the first couple of months he’s only using it under supervision.
He’s already used it to open sacks of pig feed, cut the twine around straw bales, slice potatoes for the pigs’ dinner and quarter an apple for himself.
But what he’s most looking forward to is skinning a rabbit with his own knife for the first time.
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