Spoons

Around the end of December James became fascinated, perhaps obsessed, with spoons. It began one day while at Opa & Oma's house when I gave him a small, red baby spoon to play with. I knew he liked to take utensils and use them to pretend to eat out of bowls. This spoon occupied him for quite some time, and I believe he didn't let go of it all day. He took it outside to play in the dirt and the rocks and sticks. He took it with him to the bath. And he was quite miffed that I didn't let him take it to bed with him. The next day I thought I would try to keep him away from the spoon; best not to form an attachment and be taking this silly spoon everywhere. But no, the next morning James went looking for the spoon. He took it to church and played with it throughout the whole church service.... Anyhow, during an exploration through Oma's cabinets he found a small box of plastic spoons. A gold mine!!! We allowed him one spoon, and every morning, and after every nap, he went to that cabinet and got himself out a spoon to play with. He was quite inseparable from the spoons. That next Sunday when he, again, took a spoon to church and played with it throughout the whole service, people started asking me about this infatuation he had with spoons. It has been quite entertaining to watch, and although the infatuation is not quite so strong it is still there.