I’m one of those people who can never remember whether the spoon or fork goes with the knife, and where the napkin should go. Something about working your way from out to in, so I think the small fork goes outside the big fork. But usually I screw all this up, and most of the time I’d rather just eat with my hands.
All of which means that–as proven below–despite the 35 years I have on her, Siena now knows about half of what I do about using utensils.
Look at that great spoon work! She takes after her mom.