"Here," he says. "Have a knife catalog."
Throwing knives! A sword cane! All manner of shiny pointy things! Oh, I need to be wealthy so I can buy all the weaponry I want.
My daughter does not understand. At all. *shakes head*
In other news, I just devoured Fun Home by Alison Bechdel, and am now feeling excessively autobiographically-inclined. Need to shake this off before I write anything. Am overly influenced right now.
My parents will be here tonight. Fun home, indeed.
...a sword cane!