I couldn't do it. I was all set to stop by a local William Henry retailer to pick up one of their ray skin slips, but I just couldn't cross that psychological hurdle. This beautiful gem might be a piece of pocket jewelry, but at its core it is still a knife. I am taking the extra care of making sure I don't put it in a pocket with hard and scratchy things, but other than that I'm going to treat her like I do the rest of my steel.
The nacre knife quickly earned my affection. My daughter's most recent interest is rainbows. Can't get enough of them. She recently had a rainbow themed birthday party, her favorite My Little Pony is Rainbow Dash, and whenever we go out she dresses in the loudest riot of colors that she can put together. When she saw the MOP she christened it the "rainbow knife." She marveled over how pretty it was, and after a few minutes of chicken eye'n and coon fingerin', she asked if she could have it. That was a very big deal. My little girl has been raised around knives. I've never tried to hide them, they are all around the house. While she shows occasional interest in my sharp and shinies, she doesn't really pay them much attention except when she needs to cut something. This was the first time she asked me for a knife. What could I do but say yes?

Daddy's going to hold on to it a little while longer though, he still needs a proper Sunday go-to-meeting knife.
I remember reading one of Carl's stories where he related that his daughter (now a grown up woman) identified an old sodbuster as his banana knife. She had fond memories of it from when she was a little girl. I think this might be that type of knife for my little girl.
Here's recent pic of the rainbow knife at a local science museum.