My mother has been using the same breadknife since she got married 28 years ago. It is chronically blunt and worn down too much to be sharpened any further. So I bought her a new breadknife last time I was in a department store, and she insisted on giving me a penny for it "so we don't cut our friendship". Maman is not normally a superstitious person, but this struck me as rather sweet.
Today I went to synagogue for Succot (Tabernacles). There were lots of cute children and comedy vegetables. La vie est belle (even though on the way home I managed to fall over hard in the fashion of a child who hasn't properly learnt how to control her own body yet, and have a scraped knee to prove it that would look appropriate on a six-year-old... joys of being clumsy).