P365 Day 185: Blame it on the drain

For Christmas, my lovely cousin Ashley — a theater professor in Oklahoma who can sew and paint and tell good stories and do other things I'll one day learn to do — gave Paul and me a ceramic colander she painted and fired.

Now, Paul, thanks in large part to his mother, knows how to clean, do laundry (he's the primary laundry-doer in our household) and cook some, but I think he's a little sketchy on the purpose of a colander. We have a vintage, yellow, Tupperware colander exactly like the one Mom used while I was growing up (it's a classic!), and we use it occasionally to drain pasta and the like. But it has a handle and doesn't look much like a "traditional" colander.

To him, this is a bowl with holes.

OK, OK ... I know I'm not giving him enough credit. For real. But I actually woke up laughing a few nights ago because I dreamed he'd poured a big bowl of cereal into the colander, then started yelling, "What the f---?!" when milk started flooding the table. I know that would (probably) never happen, but it was a really funny dream anyway.