Shout-out to a squirt-aged Julian.
I looked over at the random pile of drying dishes that hadn’t made it
into the dishwasher (don’t ask) and saw that the clear small cup had
pinned the fork in what appeared to be an epic wrestling match. That fork's going nowhere.
Also I kind of love these pics. I mean look at the composition. Look at
the texture and color. You know it’s been many days indoors and the
middle of 25 days of )en when I start taking pictures of random crap
around my house. But I definitely know it's not the first time.