The pen

My kids told me I was embarrassing them by asking for a fountain pen in a shop full of gel pens , ball point pens , in-built refill pens , and pens that had to be thrown once their ink was over ,like used diapers . It sounded like sacrilege.
I insisted . Not only did I want an ink pen , I also wanted a bottle of ink!.
“Mom!” My kids were incredulous , “No one uses these things any more !”
They sounded as if I had packed my bags and started living in a museum.
Maybe transformed into a dinosaur.

That was two months ago . Two weekly tests and numerous maths sums later , the kids are warming up to the idea of an ink pen , that never “runs out of ink” and that , magically seems to solve difficult algebra sums.(that the person using the pen is to be thanked , doesn’t seem to occur to them)

Now that enough blank pages have been blackened and lot of water has flown through the Ganges , my daughters are clamouring for one each of the “ancient ink pen , that solves sums .”