It is a good thing...

...that my kids have learned to translate Amy-speak.

This morning, I was making some peanut butter and fluff sandwiches for a picnic lunch. I used a butter knife for the peanut butter and gave it to Naomi to lick off when I was done. I had an almost empty fluff jar, so I used a silicone scraper for the fluff and gave it to Michael to lick when I was done.

I was busy making breakfast at the same time and took some milk out of the microwave. This is where the wires got crossed, I guess, because I told Michael when he was done eating fluff, to put the spatula in the microwave.

Smart boy. He looked at me and asked, "Do you mean the dishwasher?"