The Spoon

Austin asked me to start a cup of tea for him, so I boiled the water. Then I put in a bag of Earl Grey. I let it steep, but he still hadn’t come down to the kitchen. So I added sugar. Sometimes he takes cream and sometimes not. His door creaks and within moments, he’s next to me in the kitchen.

Me: I was just about to text and ask if you wanted me to hit it with a splash of cream. I already added sugar. I did it just the way you do. Filled the scoop half way, eyeballed it to make sure that it was level, dumped it in, all except for a pinch in the bottom, which I returned to the sugar jar.
Austin: But you used a different spoon. That won’t do. 

Just so you know how important this spoon is to him, here are pictures taken the very next day when he dropped the spoon between the fridge and the counter. Yes, he moved the fridge in his bathrobe just to get to that spoon.