So on Monday night after FHE we decided to make strawberry milkshakes! Our blender is rather wimpy and it was having a difficult time blending the hard ice-cream and frozen strawberries . . . so Scott took my wooden spoon and was "helping" the process along by pushing the ice-cream and such down to the blades. I cautioned, "Hey that's not a great idea, you know." to which he informed me, " I am being careful." Not two seconds after that statement, do we hear, "crunch!" and Scott removes my wooden spoon-- which is now missing a huge chunk of WOOD! I tell him, " We need to strain the wood out." He says, "Chris, by now it's in a million pieces." (Like that is even possible for our blender. The same blender that can't mix ice-cream and strawberries is now chopping wood. yeah right.) So he keeps right on blending and adding more milk and ice-cream . . . I keep complaining that we need to get the wood out . . . He keeps insisting that it will give me the added fiber I need in my diet. This would be true, if I was a beaver!!!!! So I finally tell him that I am NOT eating any of that milkshake. Then he feels a little bad. But He and Samantha eat the wooden milkshake, while I make Kenzie and Whitney a new wood free milkshake in the "Magic Bullet." While I was giving the little girls their milkshake, Scott made me one (which was really nice). The funny thing (possibly dangerous) was that Samantha kept finding wood chips and would spit them out and she wasn't bothered by it at all. Scott was also a partaker of the wooden milkshake, but his portion didn't have any wood chips in it . . . .either that or he just ate them all!