Last week Jake and I rode with my friend, Julie and her 3 boys in her minivan to Lawrence. Four wild boys in a van. Wild, obnoxious boys. It was unnerving to say the least. I peek around my seat to see that one of the boys has a pocket knife. My anxiety rises sharply. Then I hear one of the boys threaten to stab my Jake in the penis. I’m pretty sure that I nearly had a stroke. Yet quick-witted Jake says, “Don’t do that….I might need it later.”
I then confiscated the knife. And prayed that I would not have a grandchild until AT LEAST 2025.
Big Smash 
Hahaha….oh my goodness! How old is Jake again??? That was hilarious. But so dangerous…..what in the world were they doing with a pocket knife??!!!