Problems of ambidextrous children

My grandson George is 2 and a half. Tonight it was just the two of us at supper as both Mommy and Daddy worked late. Mid-way through his meal George whined a bit. I looked at him and asked what was wrong.

He said "Fork!" and held his right hand up to show me he didn't have one.

"It's in your other hand" I said.

He glanced down at his left hand, which was clutching the fork he'd been spearing his food with all along, and said "Oh. Yeah."