It wasn't my first knife, but my first SAK (around the same age as your grandson) was a classic that I proudly wore everywhere on a necklace made of parachute cord. Back then it wasn't a big deal to carry knives in school, and let me tell you what, those little scissors cut more than their share of cardboard at school. That was the greatest feeling in the world, when everybody else was sharing cheap shoddy school scissors, I merely had to pull my little SAK out and was ready for business!