Is that like a spork?

Today, on the way up to the recital with Maryn, I called my parents to see what time they were leaving to head south. During the conversation  I asked how the week had gone (they have had Maddie, Alexa and Claira all week). Dad said mom was pretty worn out J. I told him that was why God created menopause. Women that age are not supposed to have young children.

After I hung up, Maryn, who had heard the conversation, had something to say.

“Mom, what is “metapods”? Is that anything like a spork?”

Not really, honey, but we can pretend it is.