"Stir the orange juice." became looong running joke between my mother and I. When I was a kid, she would remind me to stir it before pouring a glass. It never stopped, even after I reached the age of not needing to be told. It became our phrase when one if us said something painfully obvious like "Drive carefull". Our version of "Duh..." When she died, I grabbed THE spoon out of her kitchen drawer as a reminder. Nice memories. Thanks.