Dessert Spoon

I heard the sound of choking and looked across the table at my son.  The rest of the family sat, peacefully eating their Dairy Queen treats - okay, they were peacefully eating - well, they were eating, anyway.  Justin wrenched the spoon out of his mouth looking as though he were on the brink of vomiting.

"Dummy," I thought to myself, shaking my head and rolling my eyes.  At least slow down long enough to taste the ice cream.

I scanned the rest of the table for trouble and heard the sound again.  My eyes came to rest on Justin, once more.  There he sat with the spoon down his throat and eyes watering profusely.  It dawned on me that this was no accident and I shifted my gaze to the empty dessert cup that lay between us.

"Really?!" I said, with raised eyebrows and mock disbelief.

He dislodged the utensil and cracked an enormous grin.

"Gag me with a spoon!" he cried, laughing hysterically.

"No," Ashley chimed in.  Her Valley Girl impression was uncanny, "You say, 'like, gag me with a spoon.'"

Thanks hon.  This is what passes for entertainment in our family.

- 14 May 2012