Vince learned how to use a pocketknife last night. It just about killed me to hand over a brand-new-extra-sharp Swiss Army knife and just watch him go after a bar of soap with said sharp knife. Vince is kind of fearless with a knife. It took a lot of willpower for me to let him finish carving out his bear from soap. I know this is just a taste of the fear I will feel when he learns to drive (only 8 more years! halfway there!).
We did have a chance to move to wood and the assignment was to turn the square profile into a round profile. Unfortunately, Maxi found the stick and chewed it up before any home whittling was done and maybe it’s just as well.
I have been watching this over and over again.