Three bar stools. Rather perfect for the family we have now. One for McKenzie, one for Carson and one for me. (I don't mean for you to think that Brian isn't 'stool worthy'...but if he happens to be home for a meal, we usually eat it in the dining room; or, he sits on the counter in the kitchen which he says is much more comfortable for him...)
Painting them black has been moving up on my to-do list ever since we moved into the house - because they'd match my kitchen better. But, I've recently become aware of an interesting situation surrounding the stools. Let me first explain that meal-times are never smooth - the kids fight over the bowls, the cups, the spoons, the proportions... ...but I noticed that they never fight over the stools. Can you believe, the kids have developed 'favorites'...and the favorites are DIFFERENT! Ever since I made this discovery a couple of weeks ago, the stools have developed a treasured place in my heart and I quickly adopted the third stool as my own. Allow me to introduce our new friends:
McKenzie's 'Dot Stool'
My 'Nothing Stool'
Every time I see these stools, I smile...because, somehow, Dot, Stripe and Nothing Stool are fueling the development of a unique bond between my kids and me - a bond of familiarity - the kind of familiarity that comes only from really knowing someone. So, perhaps, I won't paint them black after all. I fear I may break two little hearts (and possibly stimulate future contention if one stool develops a universally desirable marking pattern). And, instead of letting the color bother me, I'll let it remind me that I am not an interior decorator...
...I am a mother.