They have feet. At night, they scurry from place to place looking for a perfect spot to hang out at anticipating our return. Just when we think we know where to find them, they turn up right in front of our eyes and have to jump up 3 feet in the air to get out of the way and keep from tripping. Judging by their pretty colors, you’d think we could see them clearly. Some are even decorated with Elmo or Dora’s picture. Others are made of wood and stained different shades of brown.

You are probably wondering what the heck I’m talking about? I’m talking about those darn step stools. Our house has turned into step stool world. I swear they multiply. Everywhere we go there seems to be one. Outside, in the bathroom, or in the kitchen–there they are. This morning, I found one in the pantry room. It appears they have assisted a munchkin in raiding the fruit loops again. Where did they all come from? I only remember buying two. I should have known it by the expression in her face that the claim for independence had begun. I could literally hear the click in her brain as she put two and two together when we showed her how to use it. Little did I know they would plot against us!