The Pocket Knife

A while back the kids and Rock got it into their heads that everyone needed a pocket knife. Now understand, we live in a rural area where it is perfectly ok and acceptable to own guns and hunt and as long as all the safety rules are followed I am ok with it all as well. Sage got one just like the other two, it even has his name on it, and he carries it around sometimes. It's a cute little swiss army knife which is very practical, especially the scissors.
  
We have had our share of haircuts and clothing alterations without parental permission. I have tried to maintain an attitude of control when dealing with these issues but sometimes it can be challenging.
This morning I saw Sage getting his pocket knife down from the fridge (its his secret hiding place) and drop it into his pocket. Later he came back into the kitchen to get a bandaid and that's when I noticed the sleeves.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he turned his shirt into a "pipe shower". This would be a shirt that shows ones "pipes" or arms. When the boys were little Rock always asked them to "show me your pipes" and they would do the whole big muscle thing for us. It was cute. Well, I guess he still needs the "pipe shower" because he's now making his own. What's a mom to do...take pictures and blog about it.
(I also took the pocket knife away) Have a great day.

 
 
 
 
He also gave himself a few paper cut size cuts on his fingers in the process. And no, he does not look sad because I yelled at him. He felt guilty when I asked him about it-score one for mommy.
He's so darn cute!!!