...A few months ago, my good knife disappeared. Vanished. Let us not dwell on the creepy possiblities of a mega-sharp knife disappearing, even if it does sound like the first 15 minutes of a Lifetime movie. In all likelihood, I suspect that my good knife has disappeared to the place where all good utensils go to die: namely, my backyard. Despite the fact that I have grilled my children numerous times with the are-you-sure-you-didn't-move-it question, and they have issued sturdy denials, I still worry if the good knife is languishing with his cousins, the spoons, at the bottom of the sandbox... {read more at Parenting.com}
