I remember the first time a boy asked me to "spoon" with him. I was perplexed due to unfamiliarity with this term. This is how it went down.
Him: Come here, let's spoon.
Me: (Perplexed. What is this to spoon? There are only a limited number of activities I have seen two people doing with spoons and those are 1. making musical sounds. And not good ones. 2. racing back and forth in someone's backyard holding spoons balancing eggs which seemed like zero fun at the time. And would be zero fun now. 3. in a movie, they were used for cooking drugs in a shatty basement with scary people which seemed like zero fun at the time. And highly unlikely now. So I say: What is spooning?
Him: Come here and I will show you.
I oblige and am quickly schooled.
Me: Oh, you mean cuddling?
Him (all of 6'5 and muscular) No, I don't mean cuddling. I mean spooning.
Me: Aren't they the same thing?
Him: No, if it was, it would not be called two different things.
Me: Right, because no singular activity ever had various different words to describe it.
Yes, I am a gem. And WOW, I certainly like accuracy.
So we spoon. Or cuddle. Or spoon. And that is how quickly I learn. And then spooning because something sweet you do. And something you would report back to your girlfriends.
One girl: Omg, what did you and M. do last night?
Other girl: We went to dinner and then to his room and spooned!
Spooning was also a handy trick when trying to thwart off some boy's hormonal dash. Because when they wanted to pounce you, and you said, "let's spoon" it was as much as an aphrodisiac as you saying "hey, let's invite your grandmother over here to watch."
And spooning has stayed with me for quite a long time. But it has morphed a bit. And this morning, I realize what used to be just me and one gentleman has turned into a much bigger party. Because this morning, it was me, my son and about 6 of his friends. And those friends are all plush. And furry. And include a giant monkey (Bananas), Bruce and Squirt from Nemo, a teddy bear called B., Skippy Jon Jones and a big black Scottie dog named after my Mom's dog, Josie.
As we lay there in the early morning hours, my little son said, "I love it when we cuddle."
See. I knew it was cuddling all along.