One of Katie's birthday gifts was a set of Prismacolor Premier Colored Pencils, a gift which each child gets when he or she reaches the age of not oversharpening and thereby utterly destroying one half of a high-quality pencil in moments. (Some of you might know that improper sharpening can disintegrate one of these soft-leaded pencils.) Oh, and an adult, real sketchbook in her favorite color, red.
Not that we haven't had a communal collection of better quality colored pencils for years (I tell you, I indulged in a big, expensive set when my oldest was only five. It seemed like the Charlotte Mason nature study thing to do. Shhhhh. And she learned to care for them. As we added children, I added pencils, and taught them to care for pencils.) But there's just something about owning your very own set.
It was high time for Katie. As a third child, she's experienced a good share of using and enjoying the collective family's games, crafts, and other supplies, but she needs things that are her very own, as we all do.
She'll treasure the pencils and the sketchbook for a long time, and when those are used up, they'll be replaced.
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