Kind of off but a little on topic... I used to tease my husband about carrying his pocketknife everywhere. Over Thanksgiving we went to NYC, and they wouldn't let him in a museum with the knife. I wanted to just leave but he didn't want to disappoint the kids. So he "stashed" his knife in a hiding spot outside the building. Of course, there are eyes everywhere in the city and the knife was gone when we came out of the museum.
![frown frown](/images/graemlins/default/frown.gif)
The point is, since he's lost the knife, we've already needed it for one thing or another about 5 times! Getting him a new one is priority now.