Fun fact: every time I eat at my grandparents house, I use baby silverware. It's awesome. I have a little fork with a red handle that I've been eating with there for as long as I can remember, and spoons I used to eat Bran Chex with. They still have a separate drawer for just my silverware. In some ways it's incredibly nice to have the relics of a life I only knew fleetingly and now is entirely gone. However, it clearly isn't the most effective way to transport food from plate to mouth. Am I holding on to a ridiculous memory that actually makes my life harder just so I don't have to feel like I'm growing up. If all that's grounding me to my childhood is a spoon I think I have a much bigger problem.
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