September 22, Entry 7

Hello. I am a spoon. I just helped someone eat some soup. They loved it. They rinsed me off and threw me into the dishwasher. I am just sitting here waiting for them to turn it on. There is not that many dishes in here so they probably won't be turning it on for a while. I wait. And wait. Wait. Waiting. And wait. Finally, I hear someone push a button. Here comes the water. This is the funnest part of the wash. I get rinsed off, then the soap comes, then I get rinsed off again, then the fan dries me off. I loved getting washed because then I feel all sparkly clean. I haven't gotton put away yet, but when I do I will be sad because I don't like sitting in a drawer. I like being eaten off of because it feels like someone is tickling me. When I sit in the drawer it's so so boring because there is no one to talk to. Bye. Have to go feed someone else.