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  • Another childcare day where the tables are knee-high and the grasshoppers are wearing their sponge pants.

    Two five year olds sitting together at one table, mates, while the others are outside.

    Everybody is supposed to be outside. But I choose not to tell them that straight away. I choose to listen first.

    They each have a pencil. Each trying to get their pencil to stand on its end. No, the blunt end, silly!

    One boy has his pencil standing. The other keeps falling over. No, the pencil, silly!

    The master of the falling pencil says, "This one can't do it." Tries again. Again a fall.

    The end is different.

    The standing pencil has a flat blunt end. The falling pencil has a rounded blunt end.

    The master of the falling job notices the difference and proceeds to explain the difference.

    He can clearly see why his pencil is a falling job.

    He knows.

    The master of the standing job retorts, "Nah! Your pencil just doesn't get it! It just doesn't get it!"

    He knows.

    Now I knew something new. Not so silly.

    (story event circa 2004)
    Photo: Trevor Wie, Rapa Nui (Easter Island), 2007.
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