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.

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.