“Emma, would you please put the spoons on the table? We are almost ready for lunch.” I said to my almost three year old. I listened to the silverware drawer clatter as she dug around in search of enough spoons as I ladled the soup into bowls. A minute or two later, we all sat down to eat. There was Emma, sitting across from me with the spoon she chose for herself. A slotted serving spoon. Eating soup.
“Emma,” I said, supressing my laugh, “Would you like me to get you a better spoon? That one has holes in it.”
“I like this one,” she replied with a grin. “It’s pretty.” And she held it up for me to see the decorative holes in flowery shapes. Then she resumed eating (trying to eat) her soup. The soup dripped and splashed, she grinned and moved faster. The child managed to eat every last drop and even ask for seconds. She ate soup with a slotted spoon.
I have three points I would like to make:
1. “Like eating soup with a slotted spoon” is an excellent metaphor for a hopeless or difficult task.
2. With enough determination and dedication, it is possible to eat soup with a slotted spoon.
3. I have the cutest kid ever.
Sweater One (I call her Pink) is done and waiting for buttons. I knit a sweater for myself in six days. I am pretty proud of myself right now. Post dedicated to such awesomeness is coming soon…