I hope this doesn't offend anyone, but this is truly what happened. To set the scene...I had spent the day steam cleaning carpeting, so I had fans running to dry it out. I set my 3 year old son on the stool by the counter and served him his dinner. I turned to make a phone call when I heard him say, "I need a f....ing spoon." To say that my knees went weak is an understatement. I hung up the phone and said, 'What did you say?" Even looking at him, I thought he said, "I need a f...ing spoon." By then my life
had flashed before my eyes. I got right up to him and repeated, "What did you say?" He said, "I need a fork and spoon." How do spell relief...he just wanted silverware!
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