Three spoons in the couch

I don’t want my kids to move out, but assuming they do, will I then once again have a set of forks and spoons that actually match and don’t need periodic restocking? That would be some consolation.

Kevin found three spoons in the couch a few days ago. Buried way in the crevice. Three. Why???

(In other news, still sick, getting better slowly. Huzzah for antibiotics, I guess.)

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