We were driving back from Billings, the truck loaded down with Crap. We could barely move inside and the PickUp bed was full. With what - I don't know- paper plates, boxes of diapers, breakfast rolls.....
The oldest Boy wanted his sword out. He was given a Lord of the Rings toy sword from Walmart. For Easter. He'd picked it over the Light Sword from Star Wars. There was a broken Light Sword at the store. Telescoping, only the tele must have malfunctioned. Carter grabbed it and shoved it back into the handle, it looked a little sick. He'd wanted the Light Sword because a kid a few farms down the road had one. But now he had Lord of the Rings.
My Wife can't pull the sword out of the package. We're heading home fast, 80 mph and my eyes were still blurred from being dilated at the Opthomalogist's. So I don't have a lot of time or attention to take from the road to help her. I could barely tell signs from people, not that there were any people standing out on Montana Prarrie. There weren't very many signs to read either. For some reason I thought this meant it was safe for me to drive. Anyway, she's announced she's going to get her pocket knife out of the glove box so she can cut the platic cords holding the Sword. I didn't like the vision of her knife hand flying out wildly across the cab so I reminded her of the 12" Sirupati we keep in the truck. The blade was already in my hand as I spoke, very quick from the door pocket. It was my gift to her for Valentine's day- personal protection in her truck. She takes the knife and starts sawing on the package. Out of the corner of my eye I can tell she's yanking the plastic cord hard.
"You're going to bend that toy Sword, " I tell her. "Strike it."
"What do you mean?" She asked. "There's not enough- "
"Here; I'll do it, hand it to me."
"Oh no," she said, "you can't cut while driving, you wont see-"
"Hold the package still."
My arm is stretched across the cab and I take my eyes off the road long enough to postion the blade and hand. I flick my wrist, the plastic tie snaps open.
"Wow," She said. "That's pretty neat."
I heard some scuffling noises and then she'd done the same to the other tie. The Sword was out.
It's actually kind of swell. The Sword has two buttons on the handle, one makes a sound of metal striking metal and not yielding- Thunk! The other of a blade sliding across another blade; Sheerriiiinnnnggg.
My Son is a little too 'cerebral' for some toys. He picks these out because in theory they're exciting. When it's actually at home he's not very interested. We have a lot of Rescue Action Hero's left dormant around here. The 3 year old finds and uses them all the time. He's four now and still going.
Anyway, the Sword is on my desk now, right next to a couple of khukuris.
Hey- it makes a neat sound.
munk
The oldest Boy wanted his sword out. He was given a Lord of the Rings toy sword from Walmart. For Easter. He'd picked it over the Light Sword from Star Wars. There was a broken Light Sword at the store. Telescoping, only the tele must have malfunctioned. Carter grabbed it and shoved it back into the handle, it looked a little sick. He'd wanted the Light Sword because a kid a few farms down the road had one. But now he had Lord of the Rings.
My Wife can't pull the sword out of the package. We're heading home fast, 80 mph and my eyes were still blurred from being dilated at the Opthomalogist's. So I don't have a lot of time or attention to take from the road to help her. I could barely tell signs from people, not that there were any people standing out on Montana Prarrie. There weren't very many signs to read either. For some reason I thought this meant it was safe for me to drive. Anyway, she's announced she's going to get her pocket knife out of the glove box so she can cut the platic cords holding the Sword. I didn't like the vision of her knife hand flying out wildly across the cab so I reminded her of the 12" Sirupati we keep in the truck. The blade was already in my hand as I spoke, very quick from the door pocket. It was my gift to her for Valentine's day- personal protection in her truck. She takes the knife and starts sawing on the package. Out of the corner of my eye I can tell she's yanking the plastic cord hard.
"You're going to bend that toy Sword, " I tell her. "Strike it."
"What do you mean?" She asked. "There's not enough- "
"Here; I'll do it, hand it to me."
"Oh no," she said, "you can't cut while driving, you wont see-"
"Hold the package still."
My arm is stretched across the cab and I take my eyes off the road long enough to postion the blade and hand. I flick my wrist, the plastic tie snaps open.
"Wow," She said. "That's pretty neat."
I heard some scuffling noises and then she'd done the same to the other tie. The Sword was out.
It's actually kind of swell. The Sword has two buttons on the handle, one makes a sound of metal striking metal and not yielding- Thunk! The other of a blade sliding across another blade; Sheerriiiinnnnggg.
My Son is a little too 'cerebral' for some toys. He picks these out because in theory they're exciting. When it's actually at home he's not very interested. We have a lot of Rescue Action Hero's left dormant around here. The 3 year old finds and uses them all the time. He's four now and still going.
Anyway, the Sword is on my desk now, right next to a couple of khukuris.
Hey- it makes a neat sound.
munk
