We are officially step-stool free in this house.
There are three step stools, and they are all put away in closets. I'm considering freecycling them, but then I think maybe, just maybe, I could fit them into their baby books. Doesn't seem like they'd be lumpy at all.
And I never thought I'd feel sentimental about two IKEA step stools and one made from scraps of wood and stained blue that once held several pairs of underwear that were making my bathroom smell. But here I am, feeling just a little sad over the fact that all my kids can reach the soap from their own two feet. Now whether or not they actually do is another story.