"I not need that any more."

The other day, when Andrew was throwing his applesauce container away, I heard a little clank.  Like metal hitting metal.  I went over to the garbage to check it out.  It was metal hitting metal - one of my flatware teaspoons hitting another.

Because someone threw them in the garbage! 

And that someone would be Little Buddy.  Ah ha!  That would be why I am constantly pulling spoons out of the dishwasher and washing them.

"Andrew.  We do not throw these away.  Why would you put this in the garbage?"
"I not need them anymore."
"But we re-use them.  We wash them and then we can use them again."
"Uh, I not need them."
"Andrew, do not throw these away!  Are you going to throw them away again?"
"Yes I do."

(We had this same conversation over and over again for the next few days.  Him insisting that he will throw spoons in the garbage, "Yes, I do.  I frow them in the farbage!")

So I headed out to the garbage and dug through the bags there - hoping to recover some more spoons.  A job made a bit easier by the fact that raccoons get into our garbage every night, yet I was unsuccessful.  And needless to say, this was definitely not the highlight of my day.

I decided we could not live with only 7 teaspoons, I mean really who could?  So I ordered a new set of flatware, luckily our pattern is still in production.  And of course I found a fabulous deal on Amazon and thanks to my prime membership, I had the flatware in 48 hours.  Bonus, the new set came with a pie server!  Score!  I have never owned a pie server and somehow I feel like my life is now complete.