I’ve always heard of stories like these but hadn’t any first-hand experience.

Tonight I saw Elisha in the hallway going through a spilled box of new pencils, putting them back in their box.  There were a few eraser ends next to him on the floor and the tail-end of an unsharpened pencil headed for his mouth when I flicked him and reminded him (again) erasers aren’t for biting.

I walked away and heard a matter-of-fact tone that included the word monsters.

“What did you say?”

He pointed toward his bedroom.

“Monster ate it.”