(Very) Simple Pleasures

A good friend has just endeared herself to my heart even more by giving me a rare and precious gift. I'm sure you can't possibly guess what it was, so I'll just tell you.


~~A Pencil Sharpener~~


A wonderful, old, metal, sturdy, practically noiseless, double-barreled pencil sharpener.



Good-bye electric sharpener. Good-bye small manual sharpeners (not that we know where any of you are). We have something far superior.

Despite my crazy, over-the-top reaction to this newfound wonder, I am not the only one excited by it. These are all actual conversations or comments which I have overheard in the last weeks since my friend gave the sharpener to me.




Sam excitedly beckoning to David: "Come on David. Let's go sharpen pencils."





Me: "Where is your sister? I haven't seen her for awhile."
Taryn: "She's downstairs sharpening pencils."





One child to the other: "No! You can only sharpen one pencil and then you go to the back of the line, so everybody gets a turn."





Taryn: "Mommy, I hurt my hand sharpening pencils."
Me: "How'd you manage that?"
Taryn: "I gave myself a blister."





So there you have it. This, my friends, is why people think homeschoolers are unsocialized and weird. But seriously, check out the point on this one: