Tina the three-year-old gets more three-years-old with time. She looks for excuses to insist on having her way. One recent trend has been to insist that one particular fork is her “salad fork” and therefore cannot be used for main dishes. (We have never made such a distinction at our dinner table, so I have no idea where she is getting this.) Whenever Jacinta makes a salad for herself, Tina will shout, “I’m getting my salad fork!”
Yesterday, Jacinta made herself some eggs for breakfast. As usual, Tina wanted to partake of the bounty, and went to get a fork. “This is my egg fork!” she announced–and ever since she has refused to use that fork for anything but eggs.
Happily, we already have one fork identified as the “dinner fork,” so we don’t have to go buy a potato fork, a meat fork, an asparagus fork, and so on.
