Spork!

My granddaughters are arguing about whether a certain utensil is a fork or a spork, and I'm about to lose my mind. Every time I start a sentence, one of them restarts the debate. Now I can hear the little one saying, "I'm going to ask Grammy Bern if it's a fork or a spork." I'm not playing. Instead, I'm going to lie down for a few minutes until they've come to a concensus. And by the way, it's a fork.