When I was younger, one of my chores was to fill and empty the dishwasher. It was one of my least favorite chores (is it possible to have any favorite chores) but I did it anyway.
To this day, I still get blamed for missing flatware. My parents are convinced that I hated the job so much I would throw out the flatware to avoid having to wash it. It is my parents’ belief that they had a full set of eight matching forks, knives, and spoons prior to my stint as dishwasher and after, there were missing pieces.
I have upheld my unwavering believe in my innocence…until today.
I was clearing some crumbs from my plate today and I threw away my fork. I didn’t realize it until a few minutes later. Now, I believe anything is possible in regards to my parents’ flatware.