Pin the Tail on the Hobo

Thinking they were just fake scimitars, I bought a half dozen as party favors for Dan’s seventh birthday. Upon discovering that they were actual knives I was tempted to ditch the pirate theme for a more politically incorrect one. I’d serve Coke and Cheetos and those really cheap hotdogs made from connective tissue and Pope’s noses. We’d watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre and then I’d send allthe little dears home with a real knife and a jawbreaker. But I wimped out and instead offered a mealey-mouthed disclaimer to each parent to chose whether little Dante brought home his killer keychain.