Mr Worry

Mr WorryKevin is known, amongst his friends, to get agitated about the oddest things. This morning, he frowned at a not-particularly sharp pencil that Daisy was holding, and said “Don’t walk with the pencil, Daisy.”

Quite how he expected her to get it from where she was to where the paper was, I’m not sure. “Don’t run with the pencil,” might have been understandable (though it has to be said, it’s a pencil, not a stanley knife, and she had it in her hand, not her mouth). He does fret, though doesn’t he?

I, of course, laughed at him.