Baby in a box. Or a plastic canister. Whatever you want to call it, I like it. The utensils usually do sit on the counter, and the canister was sitting on the draining board in the sink after being washed. I thought it was funny enough when I saw Mom putting Judy in the canister, but then when she placed the baby-filled canister next to the utensils, like Judy was one of them, I had to run for the camera.
I also like how the angle of the spaghetti spoon, with one of the prongs covering a corner of the eye, makes it look like the spoon is looking at Judy and smiling.