So, the other day we are hanging about the family room. Chaz is pestering Ted. Sue is endlessly clicking the "refresh" button on Firefox to load the stock market closing numbers the instant they hit the web. Cassie looks over at Charlie, and says, "Hey Chaz, let me see your sweet knife." Anyone who knows Charlie knows that he ALWAYS has his knife clipped in his pocket. He pulls out his ultra-cool Smith&Wesson Power glide Tanto (tm), and hands it over to Cass. She looks it over, turning it around, trying out the smooth blade action, considering the fine quality construction. She says something like "This is cool. I ought to get one of these for myself." Then quickly adds "But I don't know why I would need one, really." My jaw drops. This.... from my daughter? What? I rush to correct the straying child. I say, "Cass, why would you not need one? You do know what the King of Nor..." Cassie jumps in, both cutting me off and completing my sentance, "Yes, I know what the king of Norway once said!" "Well then...?!" I counter. Chaz jumps in, a bit puzzled, "What did the King of Norway say?" "You never heard that story?" Says Cass, raising her voice. "NO" I am shocked. Chaz has not been listening all of these years. I've told him, and all of my kids (as well as a few other peoples kids) that story. I slunk out of the room.
So in an effort to boost the general cultural level around here and for the benefit of Charlie, my other children and the rest of the Fetafilter audience, I will again repeat one of my favorite stories.
The King of Norway, so the story goes, was once observed to be wearing a large belt knife under his fancy dress garments. As this was at a formal society affair of some sort, he was questioned as to why he would be carrying such a knife there. His reply was, in essence, that "One never knows when one might need a good knife."* That always seemd a good enough reason for me (or Chaz or Cassie). I love that story.
*Loosely paraphrased from the eiplogue of "The Practical Book of Knives" by Ken Warner.