“Hey sweetie,” I said to the Bubbers king earlier this morning, “Now that we’re both ready for the day, how about we go play some music for a little while?”

“Sure, Mom!” he replied, swinging his left arm Wooga style and bookin’ it for the living room.

I grabbed my guitar and sat down on the couch.

Then I swung the guitar up onto my lap.

Clunk, clunk!

“What was that?” I asked, looking down at my guitar.

“What was what?” the Bubbers king asked nonchalantly, climbing on the opposite couch and attempting to launch himself over the arm rest onto the end table.

“That clunk, clunk,” I said, “My guitar made a clunk, clunk sound.”

I gently shook the guitar.

Clunk, clunk, clunk.

“There it is again!” I cried, “Didn’t you hear that?!”

“No, I didn’t hear anything,” Bubbers replied calmly as he slid across the top of the end table and reached for the nearest window sill.

“Something’s not right,” I said and tipped my guitar upside down and shook it around some more.

All of a sudden, something came into view.

And all of a sudden, Bubbers was by my side.

“What on earth!?!” he cried out with dismay.

“You had measuring spoons inside your guitar, Mom!!!”

“Holy smokes!” I cried in return, “You’re right!  How on earth did measuring spoons get inside my guitar!?”

The Bubbers king jerked and slowly looked at me, “How should I know?”

I just looked at him.

“You don’t…..  You don’t think I put the measuring spoons in your guitar do you?!” he implored sweetly.

“I don’t know, son,” I calmly answered, “Did you put them in there?”

“I most certainly…..”

“….. Did not!!!”

[Silence steals across the room].

“Hee, hee…..  Did you see that, Mom?”

“Those measuring spoons just fell right in there!”

Trying to hide a smile, I replied, “They sure did, son, they sure did…..”

Then I turned the guitar upside down and shook out the measuring spoons again.

“Okay, son,” I said as I handed the measuring spoons back to him, “You can play with these while I play some Sarah McLachlan.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” he said as he grabbed the measuring spoons and took off Wooga style.

I started to sing and play until I saw the Bubbers monster out of the corner of my eye.

He was headed straight for his Dad’s guitar that was still in the stand.

And before I knew it, he stuffed the measuring spoons inside that guitar!!

“Holy smokes, Littles!” I cried as I set down my guitar and picked up Charming’s, “Contrary to popular belief, measuring spoons do not go inside guitars.”

I flipped over Charming’s guitar and started shaking.

“Measuring spoons are for baking, not for sticking inside Daddy’s….. guitar…..”

I paused.

And stared.

“Are you kidding me?!?!” I cried out in disbelief.

“Holy smokes, Little Man,” was all I could say as I shook my head, “I was wondering where my cooking spoons had gone.”