kamagong
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It was a very beautiful day. Too beautiful actually for this time of year; at 72 °F already it looks like it's going to be a long, dry summer. Still, a lazy day with this type of weather doesn't come along all that often and shouldn't be wasted. With that in mind my wife, daughter, and I all headed to the backyard to do...nothing.
We all had our little diversions. My daughter had a bottle of bubbles. My wife brought my daughter's guitar along with her tablet set to a YouTube channel showing her how to play "Stand By Me." Being the knifenut that I am I brought some steel along with a block of basswood destined to become a ball-in-cage.
As my daughter alternated between blowing and chasing bubbles, I settled in for a little carving session. The sloyd knife was tuned up perfectly, carving little curls of wood with a minimum of effort. After a few minutes I realized that I had forgotten to bring a strop. Upon sheathing my knife I noticed my daughter watching me.
"Daddy, when can I have a knife?"
:triumphant:
My daughter has asked me about knives in the past, but it's only recently that she has started learning about proper knife technique. To be honest, she just wasn't mature enough to use knives, much less own one. But I think her time has come.
I already knew which knife I wanted to give her, an old Queen that didn't quite work for me. Smaller than I like it should be a good size for small hands. It has a nice pull, not too stiff and walks and talks like a well-made pocketknife should. The wharncliffe blade will simplify her learning curve when it comes to sharpening, and the stainless steel will be more forgiving when she is less than fastidious with maintenance.

I presented it to my daughter when I went back outside. Her eyes went wide with surprise, I don't think she expected to get a knife so soon. She tentatively took it from my hands, unsure of herself. When I assured her that it was indeed her own, she took the knife and clutched it to her chest in appreciation. As if to prove her worthiness she then proceeded to open her prize. I felt very proud, almost like Merlin watching Arthur pull Excalibur from the stone.
By this time my wife was paying attention. Apparently the thought of her baby with a sharp knife was more than she could stand, for she took the knife away. Just like that my daughter was knifeless again. My little girl looked at me, but I could only shrug. There is no disobeying SWMBO, whose prounouncements are law.
It looks like my daughter's status as one of the enlightened has been delayed, but I will always treasure the look on her face when she received her first knife.
- Christian
We all had our little diversions. My daughter had a bottle of bubbles. My wife brought my daughter's guitar along with her tablet set to a YouTube channel showing her how to play "Stand By Me." Being the knifenut that I am I brought some steel along with a block of basswood destined to become a ball-in-cage.
As my daughter alternated between blowing and chasing bubbles, I settled in for a little carving session. The sloyd knife was tuned up perfectly, carving little curls of wood with a minimum of effort. After a few minutes I realized that I had forgotten to bring a strop. Upon sheathing my knife I noticed my daughter watching me.
"Daddy, when can I have a knife?"
:triumphant:
My daughter has asked me about knives in the past, but it's only recently that she has started learning about proper knife technique. To be honest, she just wasn't mature enough to use knives, much less own one. But I think her time has come.
I already knew which knife I wanted to give her, an old Queen that didn't quite work for me. Smaller than I like it should be a good size for small hands. It has a nice pull, not too stiff and walks and talks like a well-made pocketknife should. The wharncliffe blade will simplify her learning curve when it comes to sharpening, and the stainless steel will be more forgiving when she is less than fastidious with maintenance.

I presented it to my daughter when I went back outside. Her eyes went wide with surprise, I don't think she expected to get a knife so soon. She tentatively took it from my hands, unsure of herself. When I assured her that it was indeed her own, she took the knife and clutched it to her chest in appreciation. As if to prove her worthiness she then proceeded to open her prize. I felt very proud, almost like Merlin watching Arthur pull Excalibur from the stone.
By this time my wife was paying attention. Apparently the thought of her baby with a sharp knife was more than she could stand, for she took the knife away. Just like that my daughter was knifeless again. My little girl looked at me, but I could only shrug. There is no disobeying SWMBO, whose prounouncements are law.
It looks like my daughter's status as one of the enlightened has been delayed, but I will always treasure the look on her face when she received her first knife.
- Christian
