Saturday, October 27, 2012
By the Light of the Silvery Moon
There has been much packing and preparing. Last night he began gathering his stuff and stuffing it into an old backpack. We had gotten him a multi-tool-utensil (Swiss Army silverware?) and it was still in the plastic clamshell package. He spent more than 10 minutes with his Scout knife, stabbing that clamshell in random places.
I could have taken care of the situation with one swipe of my kitchen shears, but I let him struggle with it himself, even when that struggle proved potentially dangerous to his fingers and my coffee table.
That's a lot of trouble to go to, especially when you consider that this kid still doesn't use utensils on a regular basis.
"I won't need those," he informed me. "I'll have the moon and the stars to be my light."
Good luck with that.
(He packed the batteries.)