That's not the story. :)
I was making some yummy banana cake yesterday. Well, it's actually a banana bread recipe, but I don't have a bread pan (I'm sharing all my shameful kitchen secrets with you tonight.), so I use an 8x8 glass pan...and call it cake! Anyway, my boys, as always, wanted to help. They joined me just as I was about to stir in the 2 eggs.
I had Fork #1 in the bowl, ready to stir.
The boys like to have their very own forks when they help, so my oldest went over to the drawer, and got out Fork #2. He brought it to the counter where I was stationed, and he said, "Mama, you want this fork? It's really big!"I said, "No, thanks...I already have this fork," as I touched the fork in the bowl (Fork #1). It was then that I realized what was going on. My boy likes the very biggest fork or the very biggest spoon (for cereal perhaps). And, when he realized I had the only clean "biggest" fork, he decided to manipulate it out of my possession, by trying to convince me that his fork (Fork #2) was SO big!
He's sly.


