Culprit

In a post last week I mentioned Wingnut Jr. has begun scouting.  During his scout camp, he and his buddy decided they needed to purchase pocket knives from the camp outpost.  Wingnut Jr. was so proud of his knife.  I wasn't as thrilled.  We usually make our kiddos wait until they are 12 before we let them own a knife.

I didn't take the knife away, but I did tell him to keep it somewhere safe and away from his mischievous little brother.  Apparently, keeping it safe means keeping it in your pocket and then taking said knife out of your pocket and opening a blade and performing a "blood circle" with open blade in your hand and subsequently slicing your buddy's thumb during your performance.  I guess there really is a reason to place an age limiter on knife possession, after all.  Don't mind me.  I'm just the mom.