I was using my karda to scrape bark off of some small limbs while grafting today, and my 3 year old daughter kept getting too close so I gave her the chakma to "help" with, she spent an hour walking around and copying me at a safe distance from the real blade hehe. Not an un supervised kinda activity by any means but worked well enough to keep her hands away from the karda while I was working with it.
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I can't see how the Chakma would have helped prevent my 4 year old from digging the prize out of the box of cereal this morning, but it's worth a thought. It wasn't even a toy. It was a small coffee sample. The advertisement on the box was unobtrusive. How did the little guy know to dig? Beats me. I'm sure the cereal will taste much better now that his hands have touched every flake.
Ah- the Chakma would have given him a tool, and he'd touch less cereal.
I still remember sneaking out of the house without him. Mom was home, his two brothers were home, so there was lots of attention and activity. I quietly slip out the back door, get into the truck and start to back away. I hear a keening wail. (that's one of my biggest fears, running one over) I stop the truck, jump out and find him waving his hands at the side of the drive.
"OK, OK, " I say, "you can come."
We start driving down the road.
"How did you even know I was out here?" I asked.
"I heard the truck."
"No, how did you even know I was outside in the first place?"
"I just knowed, Daddy."
munk
Ah- the Chakma would have given him a tool, and he'd touch less cereal.
I still remember sneaking out of the house without him. Mom was home, his two brothers were home, so there was lots of attention and activity. I quietly slip out the back door, get into the truck and start to back away. I hear a keening wail. (that's one of my biggest fears, running one over) I stop the truck, jump out and find him waving his hands at the side of the drive.
"OK, OK, " I say, "you can come."
We start driving down the road.
"How did you even know I was out here?" I asked.
"I heard the truck."
"No, how did you even know I was outside in the first place?"
"I just knowed, Daddy."
munk
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Good idea. Hannah is starting to bug me for a knife. I was thinking of checking out the Opinel My First Knife. But a chakma is still better. I'll just round the tip and she can have it.
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Ah the first knife....I still remember the first one I let Jonathan handle when he was five.
I'd been watching a bunch of training videos, including several Bram Frank videos. Figured the kid was busy with other things and it's not like I was watching PORN or something.
So later that day I'm using my wife's Timberline Mini-pit for something or another and the kid gives me the sweetest look. "daddy, can I hold it?"
me: why sure son, be careful, it's got a very sharp edge....*handing it to him with a proper amount of reverence for the occassion*
Jonathan looks at it in fascination..holds it, feels the handle, feels the balance and (no kidding here...really!) immediately spins it into a reverse grip and does a heckuva imitation of Bram Frank! "just hook and cut, right daddy?! just hook and cut?!"
Immediately feeling like a complete horses rear I muttered..."uhmm...yeah..something like that....gimme that knife back and maybe we can whittle or a bar of soap or something in the next day or two...."
I still let him watch James Keatings ABC series once in a blue moon though. That kid cannot be beat when the sword fights with the wrapping paper tubes commence!
awesome story about the Chakma! gave me a much needed giggle!
I'd been watching a bunch of training videos, including several Bram Frank videos. Figured the kid was busy with other things and it's not like I was watching PORN or something.
So later that day I'm using my wife's Timberline Mini-pit for something or another and the kid gives me the sweetest look. "daddy, can I hold it?"
me: why sure son, be careful, it's got a very sharp edge....*handing it to him with a proper amount of reverence for the occassion*
Jonathan looks at it in fascination..holds it, feels the handle, feels the balance and (no kidding here...really!) immediately spins it into a reverse grip and does a heckuva imitation of Bram Frank! "just hook and cut, right daddy?! just hook and cut?!"
Immediately feeling like a complete horses rear I muttered..."uhmm...yeah..something like that....gimme that knife back and maybe we can whittle or a bar of soap or something in the next day or two...."
I still let him watch James Keatings ABC series once in a blue moon though. That kid cannot be beat when the sword fights with the wrapping paper tubes commence!
awesome story about the Chakma! gave me a much needed giggle!
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I'll always remember my first knife. Some old inexpensive folder, but to me, it was a religious event. My Dad had a family friend grind the edge down so it was completely dull. He gave it to me and explained that, while it was dull, I was always to respect it and treat it like it was sharp. He said that he'd watch me with it for a while, and if he thought I was doing well and respecting it, he'd get me a real sharp one. Man, did that provide incentive!?!
I treated it like it was life and death. I maintained it with way too much oil (what did I know?) always held and opened it with the proper technique, and did a generally good job. Sure to his word, in a few weeks, we went shopping at the place in town that sells such things. We picked out a nice Swiss Army Knife. A nice midsized model with a good blade, a can opener, small blade, etc. I loved that thing for a good while. That is, until I was whittling with it and it snapped shut on my finger. Of course, it was my fault for prying with a non-locking blade, but as a kid, I was still a little jaded. After that, I leaned towards locking blades and fixed blades. Still, those first two knives will always have a special place in my memory and my heart.
Chris
I treated it like it was life and death. I maintained it with way too much oil (what did I know?) always held and opened it with the proper technique, and did a generally good job. Sure to his word, in a few weeks, we went shopping at the place in town that sells such things. We picked out a nice Swiss Army Knife. A nice midsized model with a good blade, a can opener, small blade, etc. I loved that thing for a good while. That is, until I was whittling with it and it snapped shut on my finger. Of course, it was my fault for prying with a non-locking blade, but as a kid, I was still a little jaded. After that, I leaned towards locking blades and fixed blades. Still, those first two knives will always have a special place in my memory and my heart.
Chris
Kids and weapons - right. Well I was practising with by Sai and my 6-year old boy and four year old girl were watching."Daddy can we have a go?"
So I get out my spares...oh isn't that cute as they swing their Sai..."Daddy can we attack you?"...why sure - I'll be gentle.Next second the little beggars are doing figure eights and reverse strikes and coming at me. I got such a shock that I almost forgot to defend myself.I was laughing so hard they nearly gave a beating.
So I get out my spares...oh isn't that cute as they swing their Sai..."Daddy can we attack you?"...why sure - I'll be gentle.Next second the little beggars are doing figure eights and reverse strikes and coming at me. I got such a shock that I almost forgot to defend myself.I was laughing so hard they nearly gave a beating.