Why A Spoon?

I’m cooking dinner and I’ve already kicked the dogs out of the kitchen several times.  I can see them slinking just outside the kitchen door, trying to look ever so casual as they prepare for another attempt at begging food.

Me:  “Dammit Spyro!  Go lay down”

Dog:  Makes as if to go lay down then turns back to the kitchen when he thinks I’m not looking

Me: “Go lay down or I’m going to stab you with this fork!”

Vista: “Nooooo Mommy!  Don’t stab him with a fork!!

Me: “Fine.  How about a spoon”

Vista: Thinks about it for a minute. “Yeah, OK.  Use a spoon…. He’d like that!”  Skips off smiling

Me to Bil:  “Something tells me she really didn’t understand that conversation.”


I don’t think I’ll be letting her watch Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves any time soon…

Why a Spoon, Cousin?

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3 Responses to Why A Spoon?

  • Jackie says:

    Bahahaha! And my first thought when I saw the title of this post was:
    “because it’s dull you idiot, it’ll hurt more!”

    This is why we’re friends.

    PrincessJenn Reply:

    HA! You’re awesome for totally getting my twisted sense of humour.

  • Laura M. says:

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! She is always a form of smiles :) Way too cute, (pervious commenter, totally smart :)

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