Tuesday, November 9, 2010
"I just don't know where all the pencils go." Said the teacher.
I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know...but they seem to like sharpening them into nubs."
Little did I know, I would solve the pencil mystery. My house! Somehow my house is The Grand Central Station of pencils. I know this because I have never bought a pencil to be kept in this house...EVER!
I showed my husband the pencil collection I found picking up the house.
"Where did all of those come from?" He questioned in disbelief.
"Around the house." I said. "And I haven't even looked under the couch cushions yet."
"So there's more..." He was stating the obvious.
"Have you ever bought a pencil?" I asked squinting my eyes at him.
"Never." He states. Confirming my suspicion of our little pencil thieves.
"Well I guess we know where all the schools pencils are ending up." I said.
Now I have to go tell my kids that we do not need any more pencils, but mommy is running low on pens.