We'd send him alone into the forest, with a little hatchet, and tell him not to return without a dead rabbit. He would undoubtedly hate us for this. Not that it wouldn't be for his own good, his own good. But he would be too young (we're talking age six here) to understand this. Nor would it do much good to explain that our own father sent us into the forest at age six with a little hatchet telling us not to return without a dead rabbit, and that his father before him sent him into the forest at age six with a little hatchet telling him not to return without a dead rabbit, and so on.
Every family has its traditions, our friend Bryon White's dad sent him into the forest without matches telling him not to return without a flaming branch. The White family had more of a biblical bent than our family, whose traditions lean exclusively towards primitive savagery.
If we had a daughter we would send her into the forest too, with a little bow and arrow, telling her not to return without the antlers of a mighty stag. Girls are capable of more at that age, at every age actually, and before we forget we would also have to provide her with a little bone saw, perfect for her little hand, to saw the antlers off the stag's head. Which she would return with proudly, her dress covered in stag's blood, and a wreath of wildflowers on her barbaric little head.