My mother and I have a virtually stress-free relationship (I know, I'm lucky) but there is one thing that fills me with dread whenever I visit home: the state of her cooking knives. Dull as butter spreaders, they are at best unpleasant to use and at worst an injury waiting to happen. It's a head-shaking, yet not uncommon, situation. Speaking with others, I have heard similar tales regarding mom and dad's unsharpened knives. What are we to do?