Most of you know I make pencil cases and sell them in my Etsy shop. One of the first cases I made was for Pierce, an outer space case. He picked out the material. He took it to kindergarten, and loved it. This year, he wanted to use the same case in first grade. All was going well until about six weeks in, when the pencil case disappeared, even though it had his name on it. The teacher sent home a note in everyone's backpack, but the pencil case never showed up.
I hate to assume....but I can imagine what happened to his beloved pencil case. It's somewhat surprising to me that thievery happens at such a young age. Fortunately, I was able to make a new pencil case for Pierce. I told him he could pick out any material in the store. You know what he wanted? Another outer space pencil case. And so it was.
Here's his pencil case, stuffed to the gills and bulging with newly purchased crayons and scissors and erasers - Pierce really likes to fill his case up!
Readers, have you ever had someone take something dear to you?