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, 52 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 at Safeguard Global; latterly at Sky and Vision/Cegedim. Former web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and previously warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

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