Beatrice's teacher told me that today when he asked all his students how they were feeling, Beatrice answered "Like a pencil."
On the drive home from school I asked Beatrice what she meant.
Summer: How do you feel?
Beatrice: Like a pencil. How do you feel?
Summer: Very happy.
Beatrice: Like a crayon.
Summer: A crayon feels very happy? Then how does a pencil feel?
Beatrice: Curious.
Summer: So you felt curious today?
Beatrice: I feel curious in the classroom because of learning.
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