This wooden spoon.
Bossy has no idea where she got it or what it’s made of, just like she had no idea her standards for wooden spoons would grow to be so stringent.
Everywhere Bossy goes, she looks to buy wooden spoons to pal around with her lone wooden spoon, but inevitably she leaves the store empty-handed. Bossy doesn’t know if it’s because her wooden spoon feels so perfectly broken-in and is the perfect dimension while the new wooden spoons are so new.
And right now you’re probably shouting at your monitors, “Fer christsake, it’s just a bamboo spoon!” But actually Bossy thinks it’s too forgiving to be bamboo. But it may be olive, or beechwood, or wood.