The kiddies in my class like to test the sharpness of the colored pencils by poking them into cheeks. Sometimes they use they own cheeks. Sometimes they use the cheeks of their classmates who participate with gusto. If the child cries out “ouch” then the pencil is sharp enough for the coloring task at hand. If they don’t cry out, then it’s back to the sharpener. They seem to enjoy the process, so I don’t try to stop them.
My younger sister managed to tattoo her own forehead with a colored pencil when she was 7 years old. She somehow managed to jam a light blue colored pencil into her forehead with such force that the color got under the skin and even today, 30 years later, if you look hard enough you can see the blue spot.
Now, logically, it is possible that all this cheek poking with sharp pencils will occasionally break the skin. I wonder if they will end up with permanently tattooed brightly colored freckles. Maybe some anthropologist will come by in years to come and marvel at the strange tribal tattooing.
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