So, Carson decided that he would "help" me reload the dishwasher. Not so much. He set his bottle on the door then climbed on up! Needless to say, the door was still wet from the newly washed dishes... Oh, well. He had a great time. And, according to my mom, that was one of my favorite places to sit as a kid. I wonder where he gets it...
Yes, this was one of your favorite spots. Look how well he fits with his feet against the edge. I wouldn't like the damp pants, but I guess Carson is used to it. If it makes them happy, who cares?
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