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.
7 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.
Gee, Gare, don't you have a Landrover Club meeting you have to get to?
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