My daughter happened to be with me when I needed to write something in my notebook. I pulled out my handy Midori Brass Bullet Pencil and wrote my note. Looking up, satisfied, I saw her staring at my hand with her mouth hanging open.
“Is that a pencil?” she asked, as if she’d just seen one for the first time.
“Yes, of course, why?” I replied.
She just shook her head dismissively and walked out of the room.