noadvertising | The persistence of toddlers (Reply)

"Step stool?" "Kaputt!" "Okay." Some minutes later:" Step stool?" "Kaputt!" "Okay." A bit later: same conversation. Cassian has found out how to make use of the foldable step stool my friend gifted me for my birthday. At some point in life age does not make us taller but the other thing. I have never been tall, and then there's the kitchen hubby had chosen when we built our house. Hubby is quite tall, 1,96 metres at his peak. He easily makes it into the upper shelves of the cupboards, me not. If there'd ever be wildlife aka food moths up there, I would not even detect it for some time. Cassian has watched me taking the stool in search for goods hubby unfortunately has put within his reach which is not the same as mine. The boy is not dumb, he immediately knew how to use it to his advantage, like getting to ham or chocolate, and sometimes cake. That´s why we tell him that his beloved step stool is kaputt. He knows the word kaputt. Commonly it is he who is the culprit of minor disasters, like broken tableware or torn books. No lockable cupboard stays unlocked, and no key stays in the lock since the little adventurer does his regular tours to find something new that might entertain him. Keys get stored at the top of the cabinets, at least up to the moment hubby begins to dust. Then they might be gone, like the remote of our living room´s aircon unit. Hubby thought it too dangerous to let me keep it safe and took matters in hand himself. That´s why remote was not exactly lost but nowhere to be found, until hubby´s printer conked out. Remote must have fallen behind it. Definitely a remarkable way to take care of important gadgets. Cassian has loved my step stool. Cassian mourns for the step stool, but it cannot be helped. There are two pairs of eyes that try to follow the lad´s steps all along, yet he finds the one moment we are occupied with other things, and here he goes!
Hubby is bored. Must be because today´s not a Cassian day. That´s why he thought that maybe he´d fit some furniture feet onto the wooden chest that is supposed to hold some of my kitchen gadgets I won´t use daily. He hopped into the car, and off he went. I did not hear him return, nor did I hear that he started the project immediately after coming back. I had my headphones on to listen to Youtube videos. When I went down into the kitchen, I found the chest fully equipped: furniture feet, two brand-new shelves, rice cooker and big pots safely stored inside…only that hubby had assumed the chest would stay at the place it had been before, which was an error, a big one. I now have a wooden chest which opens the wrong way round. I will have to replan the new larders I wanted to shop next week! That sucks, and how! ☹