I hope the person who gave this stool to us can forgive me for what I have done.
We received this stool as a gift when Julian was born. Six and a half years later, the boy had zero interest in sports, and I felt like the stool just doesn’t suit him.
And so I spray painted it.
(Of course, over the past six weeks he has developed an INTENSE passion for both football and fútbol. But he did agree to the stool makeover in advance.)
And as you can guess, I am much happier to have the yellow stool in my bathroom than the original one.
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