It’s a Generational Countertop Thing

When I was growing up, I used to spend the majority of my time in my house sitting on our countertops. I would eat up there, I’d lay on the bar and watch TV, I’d even do school projects with my butt plastered on our Formica. My mom must have asked me 3 million times to sit in and chair, but I never lasted long. It would start with one leg, and before long, I’d be comfortably curled in the middle of our breakfast bar. Somewhere along the way she gave up, but I bet she bleached that thing every couple hours. Jackson has the same fascination with our kitchen counters. Last night, as I saw his freshly bathed feet planted right where I fix our food, I started to ask that he sit in a stool, but I stopped myself. Instead I just smiled and took a picture. Granted, I did wipe down everything with bleach, but I just couldn’t take it away from him. Thanks Mom for not taking it away from me.