I'm having Easter dinner today, for 13 people. Bob's Brothers and Sister and their families. Bob was about to leave with his list of last minute things to get at the store when I opened the cutlery drawer to get a tablespoon. I should mention that I own about 15 tablespoons. There were two. I immediately exclaimed that by now he really should know the difference between tablespoons and serving spoons; and went to the utensil drawer below. He retorted with "hey, you should be grateful you don't have to do the dishes." Bob does usually do the dishes. I told him that I've explained the spoon sizes to him on numerous occasions over the past 25 years. His eyes glazed over.
I held up, with great flourish, a tablespoon and a serving spoon and told him to note the size difference.
He walked out the door waving goodbye and wishing me fun sorting out my spoons!
