The Rest of the Story

Apparently Landon told the lady who was selling daggars that his mom wouldn't let him go into debt to get it. She said, "That's too bad." He said, "But I have five dollars."

Landon now owns a small, sharp knife in a sheath.

You gotta hand it to him, though. He's fearless--he negotiated with a grown-up who had a table full of knives in her possession!

Funny Phone Call

Me: Maintenance, this is Aundrea.

Caller: Mrs. Hill, this Dalton [one of Landon's teachers]. Hey, we're at the Renaissance Faire, and Landon is wondering if he can buy a daggar. I told him we'd have to get parental permission first.

Me: (a little bit speechless; then...) A daggar?

Dalton: It's got about a 4" blade.

Me: And does he have enough money to buy this on his own, or is he borrowing from someone?

Dalton: He'll need about $3 from Malachi.

Me: Tell him his mom is mean and that she will not allow him to go into debt for a daggar.

[Don't tell him that his mother is completely freaked out about a daggar!] (sigh.)