Spoon theology
My four year old son asked me for some cereal this morning. He wanted cereal, no milk, in a bowl in the family room. No problem. Oh yeah, and he wanted a spoon, in fact, "I'll get it," he says. So he walks out of the kitchen with his spoon. A few minutes later I walk in and give him his dry cereal in a bowl and a sippy cup with chocolate milk. He looks up at me confused, and with a bit (just a bit) of snottiness says, "What's the spoon for?"
Friday, July 18, 2003
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