|We don't really use it...|
I thought about it for a fair while. I was a bit reluctant to put it up and Emperor asked why. Well, I've read far too many blogs and the like where the parents beat their kids with wooden spoons and then hang the spoons up as a reminder to the children that the next whoopin' is conveniently reachable by Mom 'n Dad. So that's why.
"Are you SERIOUS?" he asked. (Is his voice starting to change? Because it just cracked.) "People hit their kids with spoons? And then put them on the wall? Like, which people and what are their names?"
Well, I never said the world was normal. Sigh. But I wound up hanging up the spoon. I mean, it's a cute souvenir. I shouldn't be afraid that random people are going to think I am beating my children with decorative objects just because OTHER people beat THEIR children with decorative objects, right? I should be able to enjoy this just because it makes me happy to think about my friend when I look at it in the kitchen.
There it is. Not long after, I overheard Emperor explain to someone about "beatings with wooden spoons." Sometimes I think I should just never explain anything to anybody.