Today when he heard me turn the machine on, he ran from "Little Einsteins" to grab his stool and come to the washer. He stood there momentarily watching the water while I put soap in, then he stepped down, and with a mischievous grin ran to the living room with his step. I put the clothes in and came into the living room to find him on his stool on the coffee table. I quickly got him down and explained that the stool is only for the floor. Clearly my explanation was not clear enough, for I walked through a few minutes later to find him on the stool in the chair. After snapping a picture, I got him down and gave another explanation, which must have been a bit more understandable as he has kept the stool on the floor for the time being.
Oh dear, You may in for future trouble!
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