I have a container of pencils, sitting near my piano. Their purpose is for my note-making during the lesson-taking, so I have placed them closely to my seat.
It is a regular occurrence that a waiting child will come with great intent, knocking over anything standing in the way, to take a pencil for his or her own purposes.
(I cannot begin to tell you how many times a week I need to act on my superhero instincts in order to save myself or a chair or a child from complete and utter disaster, simply because said child is looking for a pencil.)
And frequently, what I hear is something like, "this pencil needs to be sharpened!" or, "this pencil needs a better eraser!"
They are an exacting breed, these children.
So, today, in five minutes of "please allow me to care for your needs," I sharpened all of the pencils. Every single one.
And onto my shopping list I added: Buy a pack of those little eraser caps.
Because isn't it some kind of truth-about-life, that the eraser always seems to wear out before the pencil is close to done?
(We make a lot of mistakes, but it doesn't mean we're finished.)
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