Pencil holding

Sometimes at meals, Dad and Mum would give me a pencil and paper to keep me occupied. I love to scribble. Dad realised that I could hold the pencil correctly, Mum was surprised too. She didn't recall teaching me how to hold a pencil right. It was in school perhaps.

Scribbling on the paper

Nicely positioned pencil between my fingers

Daddy tried giving the pencil to my left hand, I couldn't hold it well on my left. That concludes me being a right-hander, different from you, Daddy.