the right spoon

There is an ongoing debate between the world and most pre-schoolers about which spoons they will deign to eat with. The answer varies depending on the time, said child’s mood and inclination but isn’t even slightly dependent on the availability of a given spoon - it’s just the heavy lot of a parent to locate the chosen spoon at any cost to their mental wellbeing. Today’s chosen spoon is part of a set of measuring spoons and is utterly useless as an eating implement.

Meanwhile, only one more day in the office before 10 days of freedom. The bump and I are more than ready for it. At work today I found out that one of my colleagues also returned from Barcelona unwell - we both blame the seafood we were served on Thursday afternoon. She too is still dealing with the after effects. Grim!