As basic as the instinct to hunt for food.
So what happened when my husband and I cooked breakfast for Audrey’s little guys this morning?
“Who has the longest fork” became the brothers’ game du jour… complete with in-your-face comparisons; which led my husband and me to rely on none other than the Georgia Satellites as we broke into song…
Don’t hand me no line and keep your FORK to yourself…
It got a couple of good laughs. Then back to what boys (especially brothers!) do best.
(By the way, the forks are the same size… and does size really matter? OK. Rhetorical question.)