My dad immediately put down his ice-cream.
Then he rinsed off his wooden ice-cream spoon.
And came up with this:
Except now he had to locate an actual silverware spoon to finish up his ice cream.
A small price to pay, I suppose.
My dad will tell you that my 25% Lithuanian bloodline is all that saves me from being a "lost Irish soul" (note: my dad is also 1/2 Irish). The implication? If I was 100% Irish, I would not be able to tape a wooden ice-cream spoon to a wall.
He may be right.
Now where did I leave my wine?