Silverware

Silverware

I use silverware.

I use forks to eat food like pasta.

I use spoons to eat ice cream and cereal.

I use knives to cut my food up.

Silverware is very useful.

Silverware is NOT for banging.

I can use drumsticks for banging on the drums. I can use my hands on the table or my chest.

But I can not use silverware for banging on the counter or the table or other furniture.

When I bang my silverware it makes mom and dad angry.

I will try to use my silverware for eating. I will not bang with my silverware.

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