Mostly so I could see what's in the back of my cupboards.
And reach the top shelves.
I'm a little short.
However, Carolyn has decided that the stool is specifically for her use and her use only thank-you-very-much.
Because she needs immediate access to anything and everything on the counter tops.
Like cookie dough.
And the water in the sink:
As you can see, she clearly does not appreciate her important work being interrupted.
This has nothing to do with anything, but this is what we had for dinner last night:
Carolyn won't eat meat to save her life but loves salmon. Maybe because when I was pregnant with her, meat was repulsive to me for the entire forty-three months of my pregnancy. And the only true craving I ever had was for salmon on a cedar plank.