Spatula Practice

I marched straight off the fuzzy blanket, padded across the smooth floor, and hoisted myself up the rungs of a dining chair onto the big table. Right beside a white ceramic mug rested the shiniest stainless steel teaspoon! Its handle was shaped just like a miniature spatula. I gripped the cool metal with both hands, bent my knees, and gave it a decisive upward flick! Clink! It flipped over and landed squarely across a woven coaster. When I peered into the polished spoon bowl, my reflection was stretched out into the widest grin.