I stumbled upstairs and noticed the remnants of a dinner remained on the dining room table. This included toy cars, sliced pasta, a plastic cup, and a kid-friendly plastic knife. I looked at the scene on the table, the photo you’re seeing now, and I thought, “I don’t remember when I learned how to use a knife. Does anybody remember when they learned how to use a knife?” I’m guessing no, not really.
Day 92 of 366