Over-Personification

Candace decided to help set the table last night. (It's Baby T's job this week, which translates into it becomes Mommy's job and Mommy tries to find some other sucker willing child to help me.)

Once each chair corresponded with a plate, she began setting out the silverware. "Mama, do the knife and spoon go on the same side?" she wondered aloud. "Yes, they do. The knife and spoon go together and the fork is alone on the other side," I confirmed. Carefully considering the fork she held in her hand, she shook her head wistfully as she spoke, "Poor little fork."

I think I may have even seen a tear. From the fork.