... that I wasn't successful at teaching Noah good table manners.
I tried, I swear. But he would always complain that it was impossible because he was left-handed. Then I'd attempt to demonstrate it to him with my left hand. But since I'm right-handed, it felt so awkward that I couldn't do it right either. So years have passed, he's now 12 years old and he still holds a spoon like one holds a bike handle...
... rather than hold it like you would a pencil.
Today, and maybe forever, I unlove... that I failed at teaching Noah good table manners.
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