#3 has been whittling with the neighbor kid this summer and aching for a pocket knife. We made her wait and wait and one day she was sharing her wishes for the millionth time. Her Pa started in on a story saying, "Any doof can own a pocket knife..." to be interrupted with, "I am a doof!"
Ya, she got her pocket knife! And a sweet little talk from Grandpa on safety that cracked me up. He told her to expect that by the next week she would probably loose her knife or have a huge bandage on!