Spoon Man

I'm sure you will be surprised to learn that Richard and I are different in many ways. For instance, he likes big spoons, I like small. When I am using a spoon, I prefer one of those small dessert spoons. Because I am normal. But if I give Richard a dessert spoon he looks at me as if to say "What am I supposed to do with this?" After probably 4 years of marriage I finally figured out that he really does want a big spoon, so if I serve us up some pudding, I grab a little spoon for me and a big spoon for him. I have taken to bringing him the biggest spoon I can find - you know how silverware sets have so many different sizes of spoon - and so I will rifle through the big spoon pile to locate the biggest one I can. I am always hoping to get some sort of a rise out of him, but he never says a word. Last night we had pudding again and as I looked for a big spoon for him I decided I simply wasn't bringing him spoons that were big enough. I opened the miscellaneous utensil drawer and found him a huge serving spoon about the length of my forearm with a capacity of at least 8 oz., tucked it into the little bowl with his pudding and delivered it to him. I tried to act totally casual, though inside I was laughing at my clever joke. As he picked up his spoon, however, all he said was "Awesome", and dug in.