There Is No Spoon…

| Niagara Falls, ON, Canada | Related | January 20, 2015

(My dad is unloading the dishwasher in the kitchen while my sister and I are watching TV in the living room.)

Dad: “Where does this go?”

Me: “What?”

Dad: “This!”

Me: “I can’t see what you’re holding.”

Dad: “The thing you stir with!”

(I walked into the kitchen and my dad was holding a wooden spoon. We’ve never let him live it down and there have been many instances like it since.)

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