I like to chomp on pens. If there is a pen on the coffee table, I AM THERE! I raise up like a prairie dog, snatch that pen right off the table, and run like the wind.
We have a good collection of hotel pens (free vacation souvenirs) that seem to be especially crunchy. The caps on these pens are the very best part because they chew up into gnarly little pieces.
Okay, I confess: I have swallowed a few pieces of plastic before Wen could take them away. When I got caught in the act, there was usually an accompanying lecture, such as “RILEY, DO YOU REALLY WANT A FOREIGN BODY SURGERY??!!!”
The bottom line is: I can’t help myself, so now the coffee table is designated a “no pen zone.”
