This little stool is mine.
I use it all the time.
To reach the things I couldn't.
And lots of things I shouldn't.
Noah's personality is full, and he feels every emotion fully. So when he's happy, he's over-joyed. And when he's mischievous, he'll find a way around watchful eyes. And so when I read the last line, I knew I had to have it. Because that's what aunts do. We provide the tools to let our nephews do things their mothers would never let them do. ;)