My parents have a friend that has two teenage girls and an 8 year old little boy. Her husband was killed in a car accident when the 8 year old boy was a baby. My parents have been helping her and the kids out, babysitting and things. My parents, myself and my brother have grown attached to the little guy. He has no male figures in his life, and everything he knows about being a boy, we've taught him. I taught him how to ride a bike. I'm 27, and I am not a father, but damn was that a proud moment for me.
The kid lives with his mother, who has gone buck wild since the father passed, and two uncontrollable, ditzy, materialistic, bratty teenage girls. The guy doesn't get much attention, and he's around three screaming unstable females every day.
He loves coming over here and wrestling around with us guys. We shoot bb guns with him, ride bikes etc. Guy stuff.
For Christmas last year, my dad went out and got him a Victorinox Super Tinker, thinking he was ready for something like that. It was a beauty. I had a fit over it, and joked about it a little. "THANKS DAD!" and put it in my pocket.
Well....they came to the house to do the gift exchange thing. The teenage girls we're rolling their eyes and wishing to hell they were at the mall or somewhere else. Dad gave the little guy the Super Tinker, and he did about the same thing as the boy in the original post. He really didn't give it a second look. Dad stood there and explained to him....like he did to his boys... about a knife being a tool, to take care of it, and always be careful and responsible with it. Never use it as a weapon to hurt someone. Never to take it to school. He stuck it in his pocket, and went about playing his Nintendo DL or whatever.
Later, I saw that he had taken interest in the knife. He had it out, the main blade opened, in a defensive stance.... poking it, and swinging it at my younger brother who was sitting on the couch. He was saying "I'm gonna cut ya!". Being silly.
He blatantly disregarded the words of my father spoken not one hour ago. My brother, who is a year younger than me, had enough. He stood up and took the Tinker away from him and put it in his own pocket. "You ain't ready for a knife yet." My dad sat there just shaking his head.
I blame it on the kid's environment. Even though the boy comes over and sees us big guys do work, and shoot etc on occasion, 99% of his life is spent with two awful teenage girls and a mom who acts just like they do. the only escape that he has is that little Nintendo, and knives are just weapons used in video games and movies.