The handle was a bit wobbly right out of the box. We were able to convince him it would be worth the delayed enjoyment to send it back.
When it came in the mail the second time, he didn't have it in his hands TWO minutes before he busted it, not quite in two but definitely out of commission.
He was sad. Oh so sad. Tears, weeping, wailing! He'd waited forever for the precious sword to return only to have it broken in minutes.
Never fear, Dad is here with wood glue and electrical tape.
That lasted ... for a week.
The sword has suffered another causality and is definitely inoperable now. Maybe he could use it as a short sword. It isn't the glorious knight's sword it was meant to be.
And it's most certainly not as rugged as the Nerf sword which is one of his most favorite things.
4 comments:
Isn't that the saddest thing when something breaks like that. Poor little guy!
that is so sad, we love swords in our house....
I am so sorry JI,
Magaw
Poor Mr. Intensity. :(
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