Oh Kitchen Stool, how I love and loathe you. You assist Riley in seeing over counters and getting into cupboards, but you are constantly left in my way. I no sooner set you back into your corner than you are dragged to another. Someday Riley will be tall enough to see over counters and get into cupboards...when those days come I probably will not miss you being in the way but I will miss my little guy who needed you.
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