Saturday morning I got up to make sausages and pancakes for me and the five guys in my house (ages 41, 14, 13, 10, and 7). I set out six napkins with six forks on top. At the end of the meal, one fork remained untouched (??) and five napkins had never been used. I counted myself fortunate that no one had said, “What are these for?”
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