The child was looking at his grandmother who was writing a letter. After a while, she asked her.
-Are you writing a story which happened to us? Is it a story for me?
The grandmother stopped writing, smiled and said to her grandson:
-Really I'm writing about you. But the most remarkable thing of all the words is the pencil I use. I would like when you grow up to become like this the curious child looked at the pencil but he didn't see anything special about it.
-It's the same with all the pencils