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\n\t\t<\/div>\n<\/p>\nSo here we are, the day before Thanksgiving…and we have no silverware to eat with<\/em>.\u00a0Groceries have been bought (the crowd at Winco was C-R-A-Z-Y), recipes are becoming fresh again in my brain, firewood is stacked in it’s spot in front of the fireplace, wine and sparkling cider are chilling in the fridge, the football line -up is being anticipated, pies will be baked, and wonderful Thanksgiving will arrive but…we have no silverware to eat wit<\/em>h!<\/p>\n
It seems, in recent weeks, that we\u00a0began to run low. You know how it is…although the silverware drawer is empty, one is able to find the ever\u00a0sacred, breakfast\u00a0spoon in the dishwasher\u00a0before the cereal gets soggy. We’ve been taking the convenient route and simply blaming the problem on the kids. Particularly, our fourteen year old son (who loves to not only sneak food into his room, but also always leaves the evidence all around his bed) has been the target of our frustration. You know when the sugar from the cereal sort of floats to the bottom of the bowl, then sort of cements the spoon to it as the days go by? Yes, that’s typical Tony.<\/p>\n
Well\u00a0yesterday, when I was on the search for something to scoop up my Peanut Butter Captain Crunch with, there was not a spoon to be found, nor a fork, not in the drawer, or the sink, or the dishwasher. What the heck is going on around here?! It has always<\/strong> been known by all <\/strong>mothers that the washing machine has an insatiable appetite for stray socks…could it be the same for dishwashers and random silverware? Could it be?!<\/p>\n
In a word…NO…and as I sat on my couch last night, trying to calm a fussy, four month old, I<\/em> solved the mystery of the missing silverware. You see, from where I sat, I had a clear line of site to our stainless steel trash can. It’s the kind that has the foot pedal that pops the lid open if you step on it and, apparently, a source of good fun to our Tiny Tornado, D’Lo. I watched in disbelief as our two year old appeared out of nowhere, with what may possibly have been the sole survivor of spoons in the Sparrow household, and a mischievous expression in his perfect, little face. His little foot pressing down on a pedal twice it’s size… lid opened… and in went the spoon…<\/p>\n
MYSTERY SOLVED…I guess we’ll be eating with plastic-ware tomorrow, LOL.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So here we are, the day before Thanksgiving…and we have no silverware to eat with.\u00a0Groceries have been bought (the crowd at Winco was C-R-A-Z-Y), recipes are becoming fresh again in my brain, firewood is stacked in it’s spot in front … Continue reading
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