The day grandson David arrived, he did something many young men do. He opened the refrigerator and peered at the food. His eyes lit up when he saw the bowl of chicken and noodles neighbor Shawn had brought me. I very generously agreed to SHARE it with him.

I asked, “What do you want to eat it with, a spoon? A fork?”

David replied, “A spork.”

“OK. I have a spork,” I said, as I pulled it out of the drawer.

“I was just teasing,” he said. “I didn’t know there really was one. I’ll eat with it.”

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He made short work of that delicious chicken