There's something spooky about me saying "it's where you left it!!!" I can hear these same words creeping out of my parents mouths from my own childhood. Hmmm... could I be turning into my parents? Nah, but NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT...I hear "where's my stool?" about 500 times each day, and the answer is always the same - "WHERE YOU LEFT IT." Ben literally spends a good portion of his day with his stool. He eats breakfast sitting on it, brushes his teeth on it, "washes" dishes on it, uses it to reach his light switch, etc. He even likes to make sure it's at the foot of his bed when he goes to sleep. I guess that extra boost gives him the freedom to do just about anything he wants!
If you ask him about his stool he'll be sure to tell you in a very serious manner - "Its my very special stool. Grandad made it for me. It's very fragile. We need to keep it on all four legs and we don't bang it."
