I gave my Grandsons a pocket knife for their 8th birthday! It's a frikkin' right of passage! It's when my Dad gave me my first pocket knife, a Barlow. I gave mine "Old Timers". Granted they are very small 2 bladers, but when I got mine, I thought I was King Shit for a Day! They had the same experience. How the hell do you take that away from a boy?
I even remember the first time I cut myself and was afraid to let "mom" know. She just shook her head, gave my Dad that "look" and told me to be more careful.
****in' Assholes!
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