Sarah and I went to San Antonio for a funeral and all Ben got was this pencil. I thought a new pencil would be a good thing, since he seems to have lost the point to his.
The story, according to Ben goes something like this: Ben and his bff, Emily, were working together. Ben dropped his pencil and when he bent over to pick it up, Emily took the opportunity to poke him in the bottom with her pencil. Laughing at the first grade humor of the situation Ben picked his pencil up and reached around behind him to poke at her. Unfortunately, Ben's pencil tip met up with Emily's leg and decided to break. Emily cried, denied her contribution to the situation and I got a call telling me Ben was in Big Fat Trouble.
Once again, Ben doesn't find trouble, trouble finds Ben!