My favorite pen is a silver ballpoint that Jessie gave me a couple of Christmas’s ago. She had bought it on her own (at school) with her own money and put it in a nice box that she had decorated. She was so proud of it. However, she couldn’t read as well then as she does now, and apparently never knew that the pen said “#1 Grandma” instead of “#1 Mom”. *LOL* I didn’t have the heart to tell her, and it’s the thought that counts.