ZB is a happy kid because his replacement sword arrived today.
He got his original sword for Christmas and it quickly became his ever-present accessory. I've noticed him squirming at the dinner table and discovered the sword had been slid down the back of the neck of his shirt.
Last week in Mississippi he broke the original sword while defending women and children from, uh, a tree. To his credit, I believe the tree would have attacked us if he had not attacked it first. It was dangerous piece of fauna.
Anyway, the brand new armament has arrived, along with one for his brother, Grayson. Of course, the bloodcurdling cry of "SWORDFIGHT!" can be heard throughout the neighborhood.