Little Spork didn’t fit in with the other silverware. He was a little bit fork and a little bit spoon, but not enough of either one to feel that he truly belonged with either group. And he never got picked to be set at the table. Until the Messy Thing arrived and all of the cutlery customs went out the window. Could the spork have found his purpose at last?
As you may have gathered, this is one of those picture books that is supposed to make kids who feel “different” or who “don’t fit in” realize that they have unique talents and contributions to the world. It most directly addresses the concerns felt by children whose parents each come from a different racial or ethnic group. Also, the main character is a spork. What more could you want?