What was he doing with a knife anyway?

So here is what happens when a 2 year old gets a paring knife.  Are you more shocked at the condition of the couch or the fact that a mother would keep a paring knife in a place where a two year old could get to it?  If you are like most people my husband has told they want know why he had access to a knife anyway.  Well, here is the answer to all of you who think I should be turned in.  I. Don't. Know.  Honestly, I didn't think about it. I have all the big knives put away but didn't really think about a little ol' paring knife that was handed down to me 6 years ago. I really didn't think it could even cut a hot dog but apparently I was wrong.  This post was originally going to be about all the times people have thought it be necessary to scold me about my mothering. Like the time I was cussed out at the mall by a lady that thought it was Bull**** that I would let my kids out of their stroller.  Or the perv in the hotel room next to us who had his erotic show turned up way to loud that wanted my kids kept quiet at 4 in the afternoon. Or the security guard at the hospital that yelled at me for letting my kids come in and out of the automatic door insisting that it was very dangerous for them to do that.  COME ON!  I thought that was the point of a door.  Annoying? Yes. I get that, but dangerous?  My kids can be annoying, yes, but give a mom a break here.  And for those of you who are thinking that they lack discipline "How does a cold shower with all your clothes on sound to you?"  So instead of spending my time going on and on about that, my husband (who BTW thinks I am overprotective) wants me to try and get these "tears" covered under warranty.