Aarrrghh, matey!

(I couldn’t make this up, even if I wanted to).


One morning, a few months ago, we were finishing up our morning routine before heading out the door for work/daycare.

I was putting my daughter’s shoes on and heard my son in the dining room. I knew he was in the dining room because both kids like to play with the handles on the china cabinet.

After all, the handles do clink and jiggle. And who doesn’t like things that clink and jiggle, for cryin’ out loud?

I didn’t think anything of it because they play with the handles all of the time.

And, the kids were too short to open the drawers. Plus, the drawers are super heavy because I have them stuffed with our good utensils.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my son running out of the dining room, toward me. And, then passing me and heading toward the front door.

He was running like a pirate, with one hand straight up in the air.

And, he was holding something.

Again, not alarming because they are always holding something.

You know. Like, my bra, my shoes, the TV remote. You name it. They hold it.

It took me a minute to focus and to comprehend what the item was.


OH MY GOD!

He was running with a 6 inch butcher knife in his hand.

No lie!

I immediately ran after him and tried to grab his hand so I wouldn’t grab the blade. He spun around like a character from a karate movie and aimed the knife at me.

“Whoa, buddy! Mommy doesn’t want to go down like that!”

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  And, I couldn't believe that it was happening with me standing right there!
Thankfully, I was able to grab the knife and lesson learned.

The drawers are now empty.