But somewhere along the way, the forks have been disappearing. Their numbers have been steadily dwindling until now before every meal, we have to go searching for the few that we have left. First I look in the drawer, but inevitably the fork spots are empty. Then I have to search through the sink or dishwasher and wash them so that we can eat our meal. And having guests over? That's another story. Usually someone ends up using a spoon. It is pathetic really.
So where have the forks gone, you ask? That is the million dollar question. I. Don't. Know. Did we accidentally scrape a few into the trash while clearing off some dirty plates? Did Lucas get a hold of a few and stash them in an obscure place? Did they sprout legs and just run away? Was it Colonel Mustard in the study with the revolver? The situation keeps me up at night (not really). It is quite annoying though.
I guess I will just have to go buy some more. Until then, if any of you come eat at our house be prepared to use a spoon. Or perhaps we'll just switch to plastic silverware instead.