Jeff/1911
06-16-2001, 12:00 AM
I had a very pleasurable experience today, that I'd like to share with you folks.
My 3 year old son and 6 year old daughter have been most interested when I've talked about my Spyderco knives and demonstrated their use. They often ask me to show them "the Spider" displayed on the pocket clip of whatever knife I'm carrying. They've seen these tools used for dozens of practical purposes that benefit them directly, so much that if anything needs cutting when we're together, their first reaction is to immediately look at my right front pocket or waistband to see what it's likely going to be cut with.
Imagine their delight to find that there was a Spydie with a name like the "Ladybug" that I didn't own yet. A couple of month's ago I had taken them to the local camping store with it's modest array of Delica's, Endura's, Rescue's and Ladybugs and pointed out these models of knives while there shopping for other items.
Recently, I became aware that they wanted to get me the Ladybug as a Father's Day gift. Wishing only to assist them in their quest (no self serving purposes here...) I called the store we'd been to, only to find that they were out of stock on the Ladybug. "Oh well", I thought... mainly disappointed that this opportunity for them to take some satisfying ownership in this beloved hobby of mine for their own sake, wasn't going to be possible.
Fortunately, today I thought to call the store back. I found that they once again had stock on this knife. So, I put one on hold under the children's names and informed my wife of the plan.
As it turned out my wife had to work this evening, so I ended up taking the kids to the store myself so that they could buy me the "secret" gift. This is where the cute part comes in...
Watching my wide-eyed, kindergarten-aged daughter walk into the store, with crumpled bills in her hand followed by her eager pre-schooler brother and having the pleasure to observe them as they explained to the clerk about their wish to purchase...was wonderful.
My daughter was carrying the small bag as she left the checkout, and having no pockets in her dress; stuffed the bag into the pocket of my shorts as the store clerks all laughed and smiled. She said "Daddy, don't look in here!" I smiled back and replied "I won't, I promise".
Sunday should be fun. - Jeff/1911.
Edited by - Jeff/1911 on 6/17/2001 12:43:45 AM
My 3 year old son and 6 year old daughter have been most interested when I've talked about my Spyderco knives and demonstrated their use. They often ask me to show them "the Spider" displayed on the pocket clip of whatever knife I'm carrying. They've seen these tools used for dozens of practical purposes that benefit them directly, so much that if anything needs cutting when we're together, their first reaction is to immediately look at my right front pocket or waistband to see what it's likely going to be cut with.
Imagine their delight to find that there was a Spydie with a name like the "Ladybug" that I didn't own yet. A couple of month's ago I had taken them to the local camping store with it's modest array of Delica's, Endura's, Rescue's and Ladybugs and pointed out these models of knives while there shopping for other items.
Recently, I became aware that they wanted to get me the Ladybug as a Father's Day gift. Wishing only to assist them in their quest (no self serving purposes here...) I called the store we'd been to, only to find that they were out of stock on the Ladybug. "Oh well", I thought... mainly disappointed that this opportunity for them to take some satisfying ownership in this beloved hobby of mine for their own sake, wasn't going to be possible.
Fortunately, today I thought to call the store back. I found that they once again had stock on this knife. So, I put one on hold under the children's names and informed my wife of the plan.
As it turned out my wife had to work this evening, so I ended up taking the kids to the store myself so that they could buy me the "secret" gift. This is where the cute part comes in...
Watching my wide-eyed, kindergarten-aged daughter walk into the store, with crumpled bills in her hand followed by her eager pre-schooler brother and having the pleasure to observe them as they explained to the clerk about their wish to purchase...was wonderful.
My daughter was carrying the small bag as she left the checkout, and having no pockets in her dress; stuffed the bag into the pocket of my shorts as the store clerks all laughed and smiled. She said "Daddy, don't look in here!" I smiled back and replied "I won't, I promise".
Sunday should be fun. - Jeff/1911.
Edited by - Jeff/1911 on 6/17/2001 12:43:45 AM