We had a storm tonight. Storm nights usually require a lot of conversation to bring down the level of anxiety from my little man. There was so much lightning that I made Zack turn the television off. Then the power went on and off a few times so he sat and listened to his Tag Reader for a while. When he started getting anxious I quickly started thinking up different subjects of conversation to keep his mind off the storm. At one point we were talking about the trees getting enough water, then the conversation turned to the tree in our front yard having to many branches and it needs to be trimmed. Then out of no where he says " Mom if someone ever invents a pencil that never needs sharpening we are all going to be in trouble." I wasn't following in what he was saying so I had to ask what he meant by that. He responded with "well Mom if someone invents a pencil that never needs to be sharpened then all over would be forests because no one would be cutting down the trees to make pencils." I didn't have the heart to tell him that those kind of pencils had already been invented and his theory was wasted. Maybe one day soon I will get him a mechanical pencil and see if he catches on.
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