Big Spoon And Little Spoon Novels & Stories

At breakfast, his mother greeted me with a softness I didn’t expect. “You didn’t eat much last night. I made your favorite. Blueberry scones,” she said, sliding a plate toward me. “My favorite?” I asked cautiously. She blinked. “Oh—Evan mentioned it, I suppose.” I took a bite, the tart flavor of blueberry catching on my tongue. They were just like the ones my aunt used to bake when I was younger. Not similar. Identical. That couldn’t be a coincidence. “Do I remind you of someone?” I asked her suddenly.

It was okay but I at least expected more. I picked up the serving spoon from the tray and was going to dish out the rice into Sapphire's bowl at first but this Duckling beat me to it, serving herself with her spoon. Each spoon of rice she took kept spilling some seeds of rice on the dinning table because the eating spoon was using to serve herself was too small to be used as a serving spoon but as stubborn as Sapphire was, she didn't stop when she saw the rice littering the dinning, she continued taking more spoons till she was okay with the portion on her plate.

THE clink of cutlery and the faint aroma of slow-roasted lamb drifted through the dining hall as the hired cook for the evening moved briskly, arranging the final settings on the long polished mahogany table. Crystal goblets gleamed under the soft chandelier light, and the faint hush of jazz playing from the distant speakers filled the air with an illusion of warmth the house itself never offered.

she told him. “And that translates to you ate a granola bar that was in your glove compartment for months, as you drove here at whatever time it was this morning, and you haven’t eaten since then. I will go get you a bowl and a spoon, and you will eat something because, let’s face it, if you go down, that means Little Bob is in charge, and none of us wants that. Do we?” Big Bob told her, then went to get the bowl and spoon for the stew. -

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.

After Main finished working on her laptop, she ordered a large table of dishes for herself, all of which she had missed and wanted to eat to satisfy her cravings. When Jessy Katana arrived at the restaurant, she was completely stunned when she saw the large table full of dishes. The reason why she was surprised was the fact that the main thing she knew would never eat that much and she was always trying to maintain her shape. Even when she was pregnant, she never ate that much. This wasn’t because she thought that the food might harm the babies, but because she didn’t want to become obsessed, she wanted to look perfect in front of Nathan.

Chapter 6 “Good morning, Little one.” “Good morning, Charley. I got you some breakfast and coffee. There was a nice little diner inside. I thought it would be like those creasy spoons you see on T.V., I was surprised it was really nice in there. I didn’t know what you liked so I got you a little of everything thing.” “Well, that was nice of you, thanks.”

She didn't look at Dante, but her shoulder brushed against his coat sleeve as he stood up from the floor. ​"Six bowls," Bella said, her voice dropped into that low, even register she used to manage the morning transition. "Leo, get the yellow ones from the bottom shelf. Julianna, sit next to Maya." ​"Maya is using my spoon," Julianna said, her fingers still working on the heel of her pink slipper. ​"Maya doesn't have a spoon yet," Bella murmured, setting four blue plastic bowls and two ceramic ones down in a neat, overlapping circle. "She’s still looking at her toes."

“Okay, guys, spoon stays in bowl. Not in legal debate.” “I’m not debate,” Gabby said. “I educate.” “You’re loud,” Al said. “You’re yellow.” “I’m not yellow!” “Your shirt is.” “It’s pajamas!” “Still yellow.” I walked into the dining nook just as Al opened his mouth again. The room was warm, lit by a small chandelier over a long wooden table far too beautiful to be witnessing toddler warfare. Dinner had already been set out by the estate staff: roasted chicken with lemon and herbs, mashed potatoes, green beans, bread rolls, a bowl of soup, small pasta for the kids, and a salad that looked extremely grown-up and had absolutely no future with my family.

Tonight, before bed, he was taking their temperatures, because clearly they were coming down with something. He crept closer, careful not to make a sound, and stopped just beneath the tree to listen. "Mommy, now tell us the story about the moon and the sun," he heard Victoria's little voice say. He didn't know what it was about that girl that turned him to mush. Something about the sound of her voice, those big eyes. "No, Mommy," Gabriel cut in this time. "Tell us another one with wizards and dragons." "Yeah, Mommy. In the last one there was a wizard who was just as grumpy as Daddy when he yells at us."