Spoons: my Dad was right

When I was younger, like most kids, I might be asked set the table for breakfast.


Bowl first, side plate to the left, glass to the right, spoon above it and knife on the plate.


“Can I go back to play now, please?”

Dad would inspect my handiwork and invariably complain.

“That’s a soup spoon! You can’t have a soup spoon for eating breakfast cereal.”

“Da-a-a-a-a-a-d! It doesn’t ma-a-a-a-a-tter! It’s a spoon! A spoon’s a spoon!”

I was wrong. You can’t have a soup spoon for eating breakfast cereal.

A spoon is not a spoon. My Dad was right.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 49 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master. Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and former warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

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