Knitting Club Funny

I totally, have to tell this story from knitting club yesterday. So, I was working with my boys on purling and this was the conversation as they were knitting away (Keep in mind these guys are 6th and 7th graders).

Drew: "Scott, if you could make napalm or a grenade which would you make?"

Scott: "Dude, I'd do dynamite."

Jesse: "What?" Dynamite over grenade?"

Me: "Totally grenade."

Drew: "Oh yeah."

Jesse: "You get cool fragments and stuff."

Me: "It would be so cool to go to like a melon patch and throw a grenade."

Boys: "Awesome, that would be so cool."

and the conversation continued about blowing things up. I'm so proud of them.
The lesson here is, even if they are knitting, boys will be boys.


Bill's picture

LOVE it!
hope you keep track of these conversations...there's a good story here...

rjcb3's picture

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Boys will be boys indeed.

Why not do a knit/purl pattern and make little squares that look like the skin of a grenade and do it up for a sweater...make 'em do a big project...or a scarf or something..."The Grenade Scarf"

...hey, now that's an idea...

...and you're right...TOTALLY grenade!!! Dynamite is so...Wile E Coyote.


jdkcubed's picture

Dynamite! More pure shock wave -- more widespread devastation.

The World's a blast. Ka-Whoosh, Ka-Whish. With healthy soul and belly. And all the skies are full of fish, and all the fish are smelly!

MMario's picture

Why think small? A grenade using dynamite AND napalm, plus some ball bearings and shrapnel....

(Department of HOmeland Security is gonna just LOVE this thread, aren't they?)

MMario - I'm not divorced from reality - we're having a trial separation

rjcb3's picture


You got a point there.

Napalm. a relationship!


Joe-in Wyoming's picture

How true....Boys will be boys. At least they have knitting to help balance out the violence around them. -- Books, knitting, cats, fountain pens...Life is Good.

Books, knitting, cats, fountain pens...Life is Good.

Aaronknits's picture

I've always been partial to C-4 myself, but plain old dynamite can be fun too!

Joe-in Wyoming's picture

Closest I came was an M-80 on the 4th of July as a teenager. One boom was all it took to say "Thanks, but NO thanks!" -- Books, knitting, cats, fountain pens...Life is Good.

Books, knitting, cats, fountain pens...Life is Good.

rmbm612's picture

I'm disappointed that as a faculty member and sponsor of this knitting club, you endorsed and thought it "cool" to take a grenade into someone's melon patch and destroy property and risk injurying oneself or others. Boys may be boys, but they don't need endorsement of explosive "play" by their group sponsor. You aren't one the boys. You are a role model. You crossed the line.

Bill's picture

We have all been scolded!
...Bill M. is right...but I did enjoy the naturalness of the young boys...

sonics's picture need to go egging one day.

Buck Strong's picture

So, what tickles me the most here is that there is still the little boy in us. It appears from the comments that many of us would still like to see a melon blown up. Actually, one of my boys came to me today to tell me about a local farm that has a Pumpkin Canon. I've totally got to track this down. Hmmm...knitting while watching the Pumpkin Canon go. That could make for a fun afternoon.

"A man may fight for many things. His country, his friends, his principles, the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child. But personally, I'd mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn." Blackadder

To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring-it was peace.
~Milan Kundera

sonics's picture

We make a pumpkin sling every year and hurl the old pumpkins at the neighbours! Well.. in their field anyways. With thier permission and active help. We make a day of it, drinking beer, bonfire hotdogs..that kinda thing.

Mnjack's picture

Your story made me think about something we did as kids. We lived in Corning, NY, which has hills on the south side of town. We decided what fun it would be to raid a pumpkin patch and roll the pumpkins down the street into traffic. Of course the downside was that it wasn't soon after that a policman was at our door. The group had been detected raiding the patch and turned in. The only person not seen was me, but my fellow "criminals" turned me in. Needless to say I got something from my father to remember the incident and also had to pay for the pumpkins.

KjoyPsorrow's picture

Though I know squat about explosives and am a total pacifist, something about bits of melon flying in all different directions sounds rather entertaining. Especially if it's cantalope or honeydew; I can't stand those things.