After 48 hours of begging and pecking, I gave in and took JackMan and Lo to the Army/Navy surplus store this afternoon. The cavernous place has no AC, and the propeller-sized fans that blow in the corners serve only to suck more hot air inside. I dragged around behind my son and daughter as they looked at camouflage fashion, gas masks, and the smaller weaponry. I won't confess to what the boy bought, but the girl got the satchel in the picture above. This is the conversation after, in the car:
Lo: When I get home, I'm going to fill my bag with hunting stuff--a flashlight, a compass...Do you have a pocket knife I can have?
TR: I think I know where one is.
JackMan: Are you KIDDING me?! You're really going to give her a knife?
TR: Just a little one. Jeez.
JackMan: When I was six, you wouldn't let me cut my own sandwich.
9 comments:
that's a pretty sweet bag. the army/navy store is where i go to get all of my bags. and since i know there's one by your house, guess where you'll have to take me when i come visit?
poor jack. getting screwed over again. third place really sucks.
You have to spill it...what did Jack get?
Um, something called a butterfly knife. It sounds sweet, doesn't it? Like something you'd use for arts and crafts?
tania, don't you dare let lola take a knife to school. she will be arrested on weapon charges, put in jail and they might not let her take racky with her.
p.s. that is a beautiful picture of lola, especially the beautiful hair. i wonder who is responsible for it.
I cut it with JackMan's butterfly knife.
I personally think that Jack isn't ready for a knife any more than Lola is... Maybe you should give them flowers and buy each of them tie dyed shirts that say Make Love not War.
Gee, Gare, don't you have a Landrover Club meeting you have to get to?
Lol, that was last night. But Thanks!
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