Devon approached with a handful of freshly minted cutting tools. I’d heard him banging rocks together much of the morning. “I think some of these are sharper than the ones I gave you the other day,” he said.
I took his offering and looked over the implements. “Thank you.” I pointed out a curved piece. “This one will make scooping out the coconut meat much easier, I think.”
“Yeah, I’m working out some good techniques. I guess if Neanderthals could figure it out, I should be able to, too.”
I laughed. “Yep. As the old proverb goes, ‘necessity is the mother of invention.’”
“Yeah, no kidding. So what’s for lunch? Is it almost time to eat?”
“Dadadadadadadada,” added Buddy. I think he actually understood Devon’s question and was seconding the motion.
I nodded toward the piles on the prep st
