Spoon

I was eating some ice cream out of a little cup one day when Calvin comes in and informs me that he would like some. To stall sharing, I told him to go get a spoon. He turned around and ran off. I wondered where he would get a spoon and figured he might find one he had thrown on the floor somewhere during a meal. He came scurrying in a minute later holding up a large plastic cooking spoon. He just looked at me as if to say, "okay Mom, I'm ready!" I couldn't stop laughing.