Little Brother was just helping me unload the dishwasher. Picking up a slotted spoon, he asked, “Mom, where does the FILTER SPOON go?”
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Little Brother was just helping me unload the dishwasher. Picking up a slotted spoon, he asked, “Mom, where does the FILTER SPOON go?”
Once again, LB provides comedy relief. Oh, and my captcha is alice!!!
It really is a filter spoon, though 🙂
Yes, it is–and I knew exactly what spoon he meant without even looking at it.
Too funny Barb… he calls it like he sees it. Smart boy!