The argument was about something silly, whether if the children were old enough to learn a dinner fork from a salad fork.
“I still don’t know the difference between a dinner fork and a salad fork. I just wait for you to elbow me when I use the wrong one,” I said, and Edea sighed so cutely, and I went back to putting one fork at each table setting.
Then I looked at the table and realized I’d forgotten the salad forks I’d planned to lay out. I looked up and asked Edea where they were.
She blinked at me and started crying.
