Live By the Sword, Cry By the Sword

Eli has a fascination with swords.  He's never actually seen one, real or otherwise, but somehow he just knows he's supposed to have one.  It's really fun to see what the Sword of the Day will be.  This week alone he has charged down the hallway with a toilet brush, a Chloe-sized broom, a dowel rod, a fork, and a coat hanger.  At the pool he acquired a noodle for all of his jousting needs.  He has so much fun, pointing them straight ahead and racing through the house, charging his sister and I.  The trouble with swords is they are inherently dangerous, meaning they have to be taken away.  This always ends with a fierce warrior lying on the ground in a heap of tears, gnashing and wailing for Mommy.