The Wooden Spoon Bridge

I scrambled across the slick kitchen counter straight toward the white plastic dish rack! Resting across two upright mug pegs was a long wooden spoon, balanced flat like a narrow plank. I reached out both arms, gripped the rounded handle with my palms, and hoisted my tummy right up onto the slender wood! It gave a gentle, creaky dip under my weight. Keeping my arms stretched out wide to balance, I took tiny scooting steps along the handle all the way to the wide oval bowl. When I reached the end, I gave the spoon a playful bounce, listening to the hollow tap-tap against the counter tiles below!