The Spork

Tonight, I was having a heated argument with a two-year old at dinner over whether the spoon he was holding was in fact a fork or a spoon. He was screaming at me that it was a fork, and I was adamantly screaming back that it was a spoon. Back and forth we went, while my wife looked on, thinking both of us had lost our minds. I think Troy was waiting for me to back down like everyone else does, but he wasn’t going to convince me otherwise. And just because he said it was so didn’t make it so. So, I found myself in a standoff, until he unexpectedly started laughing at the stubborn look on my face. Which made me start laughing. And then we both forgot why we were arguing.