What to call this little ladle

Hi Bev,
OMG you just jogged a memory. We (about 7) took poke berry juice and made crosses on our arm and kept jabbing with a needle to make tattoo. It was a wonder we did not die from it.
greg

 

I still remember being about 3 or 4 years old and sitting on the drainboard of the kitchen sink while my mother tried to wash/scrub off the red color which was on both of my legs from my knees to my feet. I had accomplished that while playing in the yard with a tube of her red lipstick. Whoa doggies, was she ever upset with me.

My younger sister and I always looked like little urchins when we played in the yard (3 acres), but my mother always got us back inside the house about an hour or so before Daddy got home from work in the late afternoon. That's when she bathed us, washed our hair, and put us in fresh dresses, thus turning us back into Daddy's "little angels" in time for supper.