The weather was outstanding yesterday so I separated my son from the Simpsons on TV and we went on a day hike at a local conservation area. After a couple of hours of enjoying the sunshine, walking the trails and feeding the chickadees we sat on the rocks for a rest. While we were talking I told him that I thought that it was time that he had a knife of his own, reached into my pocket and handed him my sabre grind D4. You should have seen the expression on his face as he asked me if the knife was really his now. I told him that it was, and that when we were out together he could carry and use it. When we returned he would give it back to me and I would hold it for him. I said that when I was confident that he could safely use and care for the knife unsupervised he would not have to give it back to me after our outings. We then passed the next hour or so sitting on the rocks whittling and talking. When he came back home he was so proud and happy he showed his mom his "whittling work" and called his grandmother to tell her about our day. He told me that he can't wait to go out again. Outdoors 1, TV 0!