Oh, well, that changes everything. Really everything. With the kids giving you both the recruit and peanut, you are now a two knife man like it or not. Mike, look at me, I'm serious, your kids are watching every time you pull out a pocket knife. I guess it's nigh on impossible at this point to retire or substitute any other pocket knife at this point. These are your kids legacy to you while you all are still here kicking.
Soooo, take all your other pocket knives, oil up the blades and pivots, and wrap them up in some oiled brown paper. Then put them in a box tied up with some nice string twine and put the box on a shelf up in the attic or basement store room. Make the peanut and recruit the only pocket knives carried for both a homage of love and respect for the kids, and the sheer unbeatable utility of a very dynamic duo of pocket knives. Sometimes when something is a gift of a loved one, it is a very special thing. My dad was gifted a little Case peanut from his mother when he left the homestead to go off to college. He was the very first one in his family to go off for any kind of a higher education, coming from some semi poor hard working Irish immigrant watermen on the Chesapeake Bay. He valued that little knife so much, he carried it the rest of his life until as an old man, his arthritic fingers couldn't deal with it to safely open and close it and he retired it for a Christy knife.
Mike, like it or not, fate and your children have made a choice for you. Don't fight it. It's the highest honor you can pay your children. You're a very lucky man to have it all set for you. And the longer you use that peanut and recruit the more your hand will become so used to them they will be like extensions of yourself. You'll figure out how to use 2 inches of blade for almost everything. I remember seeing the old man take a moment to do that. Like when he cut a very thick sub sandwich in half with it.
He turned the sub over and cut through the bottom half of the roll. Then carefully turns it right side up, takes off the top bread and cuts through the meat and cheese. They puts on the top of the sub roll and cut through that lining up with the cuts through the meat. Three cuts, done very neat. The sandwich was way thicker than the length of the peanut blade, but a little careful thought and it didn't matter. Dad sliced it in stages and it was quicker than you think and no big deal. You could say that a peanut is a thinking mans pocket knife.
Yes mike, you're a two knife man at this point. Rejoice in it.