We spent Saturday at Bear Lake with some very dear friends. We packed a lunch and packed ourselves in like sardines among the other beach-goers on the North Shore. We swam and played in the sand (or, in Elijah's case, ate the sand) and laughed with some of our favorite people.
After we'd been there for a while and the little people had eaten, I took out the salad I had prepared beforehand for my lunch. It was then that I discovered I'd left my fork sitting on the kitchen counter. I mentioned this to Jason and he was quiet for a moment and then went and rummaged around in the car for a few minutes.
He returned with this makeshift, yet very effective "threek":
It's made from a straw and zip ties.
That's romance, friends. Wouldn't you agree?