words of comfort

Earlier this month my very old and trusty Panasonic pencil sharpener honed its last pencil. I had to order a new sharpener, which came in the other day.

This Monday is the first day we’ve put it through its paces. Sadly, this sharpener isn’t up to snuff compared to my old Panasonic.

“Man, this sharpener isn’t very good,” I lament to Lydia.

Lydia, ever the empathetic soul, hopped out of her chair to give me a hug and comfort me.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” she coos. “Someday, you’re gonna die.”