Tonight, standing in my kitchen, I heard something hit the floor with a little plop.
It was a tiny little spoon.
You see, while Elijah has been opening and closing our drawers for awhile now and has been startling me with his whoosh-slams, he never took anything out of the drawers. That is, until tonight. He stuck his little hand in the drawer and soon there were all sorts of measuring spoons and Elijah-sized forks on the floor.