When my sisters and I were younger and a family dinner night was planned, we used to run to the dinner table. Not exactly out of hunger, or excitement, but out of pure competition for the coveted diamond fork. What's a diamond fork? Are you picturing a glittering, sparkly gold and diamond encrusted fork, worthy of only royal princesses and daughters of presidents? Yeah. It's not that exciting. A diamond fork is just a regular ol' fork with a diamond shape in between the two middle prongs, and in our house, we had only one. One! Didn't my parents realize they had three daughters?
Oh, the fights that could have been spared if only there were two more diamond forks in our house.
