All week, the children have been whining about the absence of spoons. The suspected culprit was the 2-year-old who has a propensity for throwing his bowl and spoon in the trash instead of the sink. Last night I reached out to put my ice cream bowl on the headboard and brushed into something that clattered and clanked like a trailer park wind chime. Apparently, I’ve been eating a lot of ice cream in bed and forgetting the spoon. Oops. My bad. Maybe I should switch to popsicles.