I John 1:7 by SuperChic from comfortablycrazy on Vimeo.

SuperChic pulled a good one at school today. She freaked out her teacher by pulling a pocket knife out of her backpack. Yes, I said a pocket knife.

Ok. Calm down, don’t get all, you should pay more attention to your kids, I can’t believe you even left that in reach, on me.

It was a swiss army knife attached to a set of keys hanging on the hook by the front door. A set of keys I touch maybe once every six months. So them not being there, I wouldn’t have noticed for a long time.

She took them to school, for I don’t know what reason, she just thought they were a set of play keys, I guess. She couldn’t get the knife open. I couldn’t get the knife open. She also took her glow in the dark care bear.

The teacher apparently was a little shocked when she saw the knife on the keyring. I don’t really know what she said or did. I’ll find out tomorrow when I go get it from the school. I do know she took it off the keyring and the gave the keys back to SuperChic, and told Rapunzel to tell me that I had to come and get it, because knives aren’t allowed on campus. DUH.

Maybe she thought SuperChic had had enough of Jesselyn picking on her. Maybe today was going to be the day she stood up for herself. You know, kinda like this:

“Jesselyn, give me back my Care Bear.”
“No.”
“Give me back my bear or…or…or… I’ll stab you!”
“No.”
Stab-stab-stab.

I can totally see that happening, can’t you?

SuperChic and I had a little talk. And I mean little, literally. I said you don’t take knives to school, and she said ok. I don’t think anything more needs to be said or done.

And honestly, we have enough pocket knives around that if she did take off with one, I’d probably never notice. But she couldn’t get them open.